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Feb 2023
All those old oak trees
cut down
to use in the building of ships
that sailed the high seas,

flamin' pirates everywhere you look.

It doesn't hurt when you keep your eyes closed
until you bump into something
unless of course, you're dreaming.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
98
   G Alan Johnson
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