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Arr! Pirates

Ye Pirates! They commence forth
Swindling gold, swushing swords.
With skeletons' support masts
They arrive in Devil's red glory!

There's the Bootstrap, the curvy blade
Patch-eye cooks, Gold teeth brooks
They hate 'Parley'; They'll kill
And slew and, slit your pipes.

Terror unleashed, basks their wake
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purple moon 25 June 2007

very.....very.........scarry. well done.

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