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The sea is deep. The sea is vast. The winds, they die. The winds they blast. Does he think of the sheets on the clot..

Crawl in my arms and rest your head. My love, I will not lie to you. We both know we might soon be dead. Beneath my chin, love, t..

The ship boards creek. The rigging sings And down my cheeks stream mist and spray. My breath grows fast. My knees feel weak..

(Is this the surfacing of repressed anger? or just my fear of accepting the theory of continental drift?)

i When in the Morphean realm oft' have I seen Sublime, fantastic visions of the night. Once as I slept within a forest green My e..

Your daddy can do many things for you Yet there is one he can't, it seems. Alone, alone, you must alone Go find the land of dreams. ..

(to the beat of "Miniver Cheevy" by E. A. Robinson)

It's not the food that makes me dread your show. It's "sammies," "stoups" and "choups" &qu..

Well, look who's here! I remember you, Ya flee bitten piece of s**t. Home at last! Seen the world? You and your mangy pa..

Not just a game (a test of patience, skill, a chance for us to scratch our heads and rap our fingers) It was fun. ..