The Final Berth
No longer rigged with canvas sail,
now left to rot your closing tale.
Battled storms and many a squall,
a sailing ship with masts so tall.
Surprising treasures in your hold,
piracy tales that were never told.
Mighty oceans, a tiny yawl,
a sailing ship with masts so tall.
The ghosts of long forgotten tars
still walk the deck and leave their scars.
The final berth by harbour wall,
A sailing ship with masts so tall.
No longer rigged with canvas sail,
a sailing ship with masts so tall.














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