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High above the teetering mast A shout long awaited is heard at last "Land ** Land ** Straight ahead" Across the sea, the mariners sped The mass of land, close in range Ominously, the winds have changed The ship drops anchor a hundred yards out Rowing in without a doubt Making landfall, the ****** cheered A great appraisal to Brown Beard Gallivanting, their songs sung loud Roused, the sea soughed Ripping from the strenuous tides The monster emerges, the sea divides Crashing down upon the ship Fearful men tighten their grip Threshing about as the beast descends Into the depths where the mirk never ends Duped, the mariners take their last breath Inhaling, the seas grant them their death Bloated corpses resurfacing The dubious island repositioning Full, the gulls await For the next to take the bate
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May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 8:44 AM UTC
Aspidochelone
High above the teetering mast A shout long awaited is heard at last "Land ** Land ** Straight ahead" Across the sea, the mariners sped The mass of land, close in range Ominously, the winds have changed The ship drops anchor a hundred yards out Rowing in without a doubt Making landfall, the ****** cheered A great appraisal to Brown Beard Gallivanting, their songs sung loud Roused, the sea soughed Ripping from the strenuous tides The monster emerges, the sea divides Crashing down upon the ship Fearful men tighten their grip Threshing about as the beast descends Into the depths where the mirk never ends Duped, the mariners take their last breath Inhaling, the seas grant them their death Bloated corpses resurfacing The dubious island repositioning Full, the gulls await For the next to take the bate
copyrighted October 2008.
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May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 8:44 AM UTC
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