The waters beneath the ship smash into the rotting wood. The ship sails with power against the high winds. Down beneath my feet I feel the pull. As the tides take my ship into the direction. The direction of.........Me poetry!!
Welcome matey's to where I keep me poetry. Funny how ye stumbled upon my secret. Yes mate, Me secret is I write poems. The crew knows about this, so eventualy you'd of found out!! So grab a bucket, tip it over, and sit back while allowing ye mind to fade into me thoughts.
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