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A Talking Crow And A Drunken Sailor

Crow, crow, crow, crow...
As if repeating own name,
It's what been saying the crow,
Every morning saying the same...

While the life start its flow,
Among the busy ways of the port,
'Sailor', 'sailor', was saying the crow
To a drunk sailor of some sort,

'Sheesh, hush ye, madly beast...'
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