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By ~Harem~ Date: 2001 Jul 29 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.29.17.14.18073]] |
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STANDING ON RIVER STREET LOOKING TOWARD THE SEA MAKES ONE WONDER OF THE PAST HOW WONDEROUS COULD IT BE? THE COBBLE STREETS LAID BY SLAVES THE BUILDINGS ETCHED IN PAIN THE SAILORS AND THE PIRATE SHIPS ANCHORED WITH THEIR GAIN THE HUSTLE AND THE BUSTLE OF AN ERA LONG AGO THE STAGE WAS SET, THE FEELINGS STRONG READY FOR THE SHOW GAZING AT THE MOORINGS WHILE BREATHING FISHY AIR FANTASIZE OF EARLIER DAYS OF SEAFARERS AND THEIR LAIR LEGEND TELLS OF PIRATES HOUSE MADE OF SAVANNAH BRICKS WHERE THE GHOST OF OLD CAPTAIN FLINT HAUNTS AMONG THE WICKS MANY A SAILOR WAS DRUGGED THRU THE HIDDEN TUNNEL CARRIED BENEATH THE CAPTAINS ROOM THE RUM CELLAR TARRIED UNWARY SEAMAN SHANGHAI'D TO COMPLETE THE SHIPS CREWS OF SHORTHANDED SHIP'S MASTERS UNSCRUPULOUSLY THEY'D CHOOSE THE VESSELS CARRIED BOOTY FROM LONDON TO BOMBAY TREASURES LEAVING SINGAPORE EVEN TO THIS DAY HUGE SHIPS CRUISE DOWN THE RIVER WITH CARGO STACKED UP HIGH REMIND US OF THAT ERA OF DAYS AGO, GONE BY TODAY THE DECK IS COVERED WITH TRAILERS TWENTY DEEP METAL SQUARE CONTAINERS UNLOADED ON THE STREET TO BE PICKED UP BY THE TRAILERS TO TARRY DOWN THE ROAD BRINGING STORES THEIR BOUNTY AWAITING CARGO LOAD ALAS THE MAGIC ROMANCE GONE NO PIRATES ANY MORE SO THANKFUL THAT THE BALLAST READS " VIA SINGAPORE " !!! ~ |