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To be a pirate the things I,d see, the high waves as the ship goes up and down, down and up on the sea. Arrr I feel sick over the side I will mostly be. Swab the decks so they be as clean asthey can be, **** this boat of wood the splinters I be getting, I  be needing tweezers and me mummy. I want treasure, I want to bury it where no one can see, I,ve done this many times but I keep forgetting as I have a poor memory. I want to be a pirate, the things I would see, but I want to put my flag on themast a smiling skull it would be. I,m not a normal pirate as they seem to say, I be to nice, and I,m not very good at sea As I,m always over the side giving the fish food that comes out of my tummy. I,m a pirate all can see, I  dont have a sword as I always  be cutting my tummy, I dont think I,m cut out for this life upon the high sea. I think ill do kids parties with my ballon sword, no more cuts for me just out of breath, as it keeps popping in me. My choclate coins I must remember are not to buried or to eat, there for the children arrr no choclate for pirate me.
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
To Be A Pirate
To be a pirate the things I,d see, the high waves as the ship goes up and down, down and up on the sea. Arrr I feel sick over the side I will mostly be. Swab the decks so they be as clean asthey can be, **** this boat of wood the splinters I be getting, I  be needing tweezers and me mummy. I want treasure, I want to bury it where no one can see, I,ve done this many times but I keep forgetting as I have a poor memory. I want to be a pirate, the things I would see, but I want to put my flag on themast a smiling skull it would be. I,m not a normal pirate as they seem to say, I be to nice, and I,m not very good at sea As I,m always over the side giving the fish food that comes out of my tummy. I,m a pirate all can see, I  dont have a sword as I always  be cutting my tummy, I dont think I,m cut out for this life upon the high sea. I think ill do kids parties with my ballon sword, no more cuts for me just out of breath, as it keeps popping in me. My choclate coins I must remember are not to buried or to eat, there for the children arrr no choclate for pirate me.
hope to write a third one make them a book for the children
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
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