Loosh Rock Without Lighthouse Dead Ahead!

The breeze was soft as a pirate’s whisper,

But it drew it’s breath from today.

There was never any doubt that the ship was lost,

As their futures floated away.

They bibbed and bobbed and although

Hobnobbed, they pined for this moment.

This drifting ‘pon the seas.

Them free of dis-ease, fore

The further they look’d

The more they was hooked.

That tomorrow was another day.

Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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