| Passion Pirates Rein Beware me mates our ship she sails under a flag of truce. Yet beware me hearties our swords are hanging loose. A musket ball your answer should ye mind not yer ways. Ye�ll walk the plank or fall right here and feed the frothy waves. Ahoy there ship of fools let temptation not be yer guide. Lest ye find my blade buried in yer side. Yer worth of life be booty? Nay I�d not think. Ahoy bring yer ship to port or watcher as she sinks. The fog rolled in and disappeared Captain Passion nere be found. But a speck on the horizon now his crew gathered round. Yukon Pete the second mate split the founders treasure. The ship of fools holds were bare now nothing but a cruise of pleasure. The Masked Writer � 2002 T lovett |
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