wanderer sailor Poems

And I thought she was a decent lady!
After that I'm thinking she's shady
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Locked away I see you there

I do not wish to be the reason
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I love your love dagger, mine is on my thigh
you should reach for it, like a real pirate
(that's a patch and a smile baby P-D)
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Somehow while she was poking around my junk
she found pix of you on my walls and
in my attache case and in my office
and on my dashboard and in the bathroom
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I Rose
above heart
into the expressiveness
of compassionate freedom
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