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Good night Soaring Feather. Rest well. Nice animated graphic.
Here’s away to start the day, remember being a pirate as a kid.
Revisiting a Childhood Dream
Amid the bitter seas of ancient time
I sail a gallon made of a daydream
and chance the wild surf I deem
here where my thoughts do rhyme
Black sand beaches on a marooner’s isle
and gales roar, in a lightening scarred sky
where gold is found in places wry
gutted castles, those rotted piles
Friend and foe, we toast in rotgut rum
and salute the outcome of our dream
throwing gems to wenches as they scream
celebrating with us, though they think us dumb
Oh to be a pirate upon the bounding Main
and sail the seas of yesteryear but once again
with friends now long gone in history’s din
but if we did, some would say we weren’t sane
