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Jul 2014
My days are filled with monotony.
I can stand it no longer.
The waves crash endlessly about the hull,
no land in sight.

Oh! How I long to free my sword from its scabbard.
How I wish to quench its thirst,
and my own, no less.
Alas, there is no sail in sight.
At least the *** is plentiful....
Michael Taylor
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Michael Taylor  Vegas
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