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. **•atop the mast billows my wind-tossed rag•grinning skull embla- zoned proud•the starkness of black upon my flag •piercing the encroaching sea mist and shroud•her- ald the sight of the jolly roger • instilling trepidation in all who sail through my turf • fuelled by the thirst to pillage and plunder•others before, have sunk into graves beneath the surf•my salt encrusted timber creaks                   a frightening low                growl• my hull                       would pum-                     mel thro- ugh the opposing waves•    my sails bloat full trapping winds that howl•my       deck bears the screams of a thousan-            d slaves•know me, seafarers... i am no legend but truth•avast! seafarers, i am the tale that looms•believe me, seafarers for i am ca-        pable         of all         things** •••                                                         •••   **uncouth                                                 •fear me, seafarers for                                            i am your doom•you could                                 sail the seas with the world's most                    skillful of crew• you cannot deny the inevitable heavy hand of fate•be- cause once my vessel comes within view                             •you would know for certain                                that it's already •••••••                                       ••••••• •••••                                               •••••** too late•
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
Avast!
. **•atop the mast billows my wind-tossed rag•grinning skull embla- zoned proud•the starkness of black upon my flag •piercing the encroaching sea mist and shroud•her- ald the sight of the jolly roger • instilling trepidation in all who sail through my turf • fuelled by the thirst to pillage and plunder•others before, have sunk into graves beneath the surf•my salt encrusted timber creaks                   a frightening low                growl• my hull                       would pum-                     mel thro- ugh the opposing waves•    my sails bloat full trapping winds that howl•my       deck bears the screams of a thousan-            d slaves•know me, seafarers... i am no legend but truth•avast! seafarers, i am the tale that looms•believe me, seafarers for i am ca-        pable         of all         things** •••                                                         •••   **uncouth                                                 •fear me, seafarers for                                            i am your doom•you could                                 sail the seas with the world's most                    skillful of crew• you cannot deny the inevitable heavy hand of fate•be- cause once my vessel comes within view                             •you would know for certain                                that it's already •••••••                                       ••••••• •••••                                               •••••** too late•
Concrete Poem 17 of 30 Tap on the hashtag "30daysofconcrete" below to view more offerings in the series. :) .
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
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