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Shanty

With anchors dropped and duly set, where ere we ever docked ..
Upon these salty seas of ours, seven heartbeats were truly felt ..
Weigh anchor when the deed is done, several other vessels shot ..
One in every port at least, say’s I, each fucked, to kingdom come ..
Come virgins, wives n mistresses, we cannot, leave half cocked ..

 

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Being Me

Seven seas ... seven loves!  Its a fab fun piece. Naughty like many of the old sea shanties were. Love it!  Very naughty cal xx

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Neville

Your appreciation is my pleasure & reward Tina .. thank you x

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Nine Eleven

I do love a good sea shanty, thank you Neville. 

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Neville

Just make sure they don't put too much lemonade in it .. many thanks 9/11 :) 

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Jac Tales

The Scent of the Sea. Great Poetry.

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Neville

Thanks Jacques .. Neville 

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Bernadete van d...

Yeah, sea shanty are so good. Like the good old Irish one..."What will we do with a drunken sailor?...shave his belly with a rusty razor...and...
Well done, Neville. 

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Neville

Ha' thanks B .. they are a way of life around my neck of the woods .. Neville 

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