David James

Thro' swampy bogs and misty fogs,
we fester and wait for victim's to bait.
Trinkets and baubles in our haste go to waste,
for all we want to do is taste.
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Foundation- pep hon'ble
locomotive.

legion arise!
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'Thine quarterstaff for a camel! '
The pilgrim fumed, in a far away land
upon vast dunes of sand;
whence water hitherto is ort but found
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Rake-Hell, born of flame, a devil true;
evil thro' and thro'. Tis nay wise to utter
his name; for fear he lingers near,
to cut you from ear to ear.
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Thou would nought find a more fiendish
gal-ere of ne'er do wells than that of
the Moth and Ivy. For nay would a wise-man
set foot in such a tavern of low repute
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'Luck be a lady! '

A pirate captain decreed, as he played
his daring hand. He risked a ship from
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An infamous fiend named Tat had lunged
at the bard from behind, one nick of his
knife spelt certain doom to life, for it was
magically twisted with evil inside
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Oblivion; eddies, tender tit-
illation, spearheaded fluctuation;
egressing from throat's abyss, our Father
and Mother's virgin tongues lock in tranquil bliss.
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In town square's late moon, afore the crow could croon.
A filch'er darted hither and thither
between stalls and merchant hauls.
Such was the filchers way to prowl
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Timelessly majestic, momentous blink.
caught awry as it chips at armors chinks.
Imperfect crescendo innuendo
dryly washes over us; wearing us.
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Supersede love from lust as we lie free;
sincerely aware and perplexed in doubt.
The pretender of the sea; readily
ready for sleepless sleeps as we lie free.
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O fear, fear will it die! ?
Nightly terror here I spy!
fated ere' to meet thee rake,
come hell darkly shape.
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