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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Jun 19 Comment on this Work [[2003.06.19.15.52.27293]] |
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Tied to a short dock of planks Just a few feet from scum smelling banks The skiff on the spring line Is surging in real time Toward the one to whom he owes thanks The sails are now filled with fresh air 'Cause the skirts that I love really care No more Mr Nice guy I'll be Captain Bligh And eat stolen cheese as my fare In disgrace I'll Governor be Of some desert island, one tree No other vegetation Just some rancid c-ration But at least my skirts will love me |