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the sea, old and red, and thus primmed old red fashion could have had more than the sea. deep, endless emotion rages on, but red in sight is the moment that wages on! cold, great, grand and pure, the mind touches the spirit and calls fellow old sir! hear me now a poem is a poem but all too now i feel a poem is from rome. Kid you nought witcha salems i hate, from bermuda to cuba to me witches always met fate so let it rate. ....... ,minus the hate
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Kirk,,,its a bit rough,,a little sea legged,,but,,HEY,,,ITS A START MAN,,,nice write..
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Kirk,,,its a bit rough,,a little sea legged,,but,,HEY,,,ITS A START MAN,,,nice write.. Ditto.. |
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I agree Terry and ainjel but still nice
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way cool
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