PoemPermanent catalogue Work

A Dying Pirate Speaks of Treasure

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Category
Seeking Adventure and Freedom
SectionUntitled Drafts

Opening lines

Lash me two round shot hard to my ankles;Over the rail let me slide to the deep;I’ll never see Bristol; the crack of a pistolHas weighted my eyelids wi’ coming o’ sleep.

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