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#4
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Morgan
White's pet
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Wanderlust
Upping and downing
Upon the darkest sea
The Bravest Sailor
Is looking out for me
I'm all mixed up
And so messed down
There the stars above
Hold me to the ground
And I don't want to leave
'Cause I know not where to go
With blackened eyes I grieve
and nothing left to show
The ripples here distort
The beauty of it all
And here am I ignoring
The handsome sailor's call
Comfort always made the rescue, we always hoped "for the best". I'll burn this with torches, and drown in my consideration "You are far too squishy to ever be feared." White.
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Posted 09-21-2010, 02:24 PM
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