Sailors, sailors where do you hide?
Where your wives can't find you,
that's where you hide.
You sail the fearfull oceans of pubs and drives,
the homeless point to you,
they make way when you pass by.
It takes a man not just any man,
to step down from the "Sea Lion's" den.
They take control of North and South,
while West and East bow down at their sight.
Oh Sailor man, your wives rejoice,
their pockets full of golden coins.
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Aye, a very fine and dark write. I like the way it touches me “other life”. Oh aye, me hearty we ‘ave em all right…for we be at sea fer so long...
Arrrr but dontcha be tellin’ me wifey now, ye hear?
Three gold pieces fer ya!
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Thank you, fine poet, for joining our group and joining in with this lovely penned poem!
A fine poem it is, good pirate! 
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a good (pieces of eight) poem found here, ah the golden coins, they travel far and wide along the mad seas.
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Clever poem, YES! This is a group contest, though, and you are not YET a member. Please join us??? The application for joining our group is on the contest page.
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PinkPony, I have just applied to join, will this count me in for this contest?
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