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To Oblivion
I’m a living, moving resourceLike an ever running racehorseI eat, I sleep, and I breatheIn the morningI brush my teeth and then I leaveRush out the doorPrepping for warThat an average day bringsSo I yawn my morning roar When I’m out of my abodeI communicate in codeNot too unlike morseBut once I get startedThe only
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This Pirate’s Plundered Plenty
The content describes a spirited sea adventure filled with the revelry of a pirate’s life. The narrator, intoxicated by ale and rum, celebrates their plundering successes on the high seas, highlighting the riches acquired, both in material wealth and bountiful treasures, while expressing a sense of camaraderie among fellow pirates.
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Sun Peers Gently (06:00)
morning has come, the day is but young. though during the night just passed, there was no sleep that was to be had…
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Shadow Dave
Seven blistering buds bicker under the blasting burning sun. Six brewskis cracked open, but just a diet coke for Dave…
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