Buccaneer's Vice Poem by Daegal

Buccaneer's Vice



The gold was washed up on the shore,
Doubloons and trinkets, jew’ls and more,
The bandits fought o’er the gold ahead,
But then each pirate ended dead.

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Daegal

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Doncaster, England
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