Jun 2014
My swashbuckling heart, she lost her boot,
it fell in the ocean by old Port Toot.
My heart she does wander forever at sea,
never again a respite for me.
it fell in the ocean by old Port Toot.
My heart she does wander forever at sea,
never again a respite for me.
well ****. I'm just gonna post a bunch of poems and say the hell with it.
