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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required * This poem almost cost a college student his enrollment, as he plagiarized it for his final exam, (the highest form of flattery they say) … I begged them not to expel him, though they made him call me and gave him community service. I was rather flattered by the whole thing, as I’d only been writing a couple of months. * ~ I be a common salty once no captain's bars, did bear yet blessed was I to venture where few a skipper dared from crow's nest high aloft, I saw those bright coast beacons wink thru biting spray's December gale what shoals and reefs would sink for countless days I rocked atop that oaken spar’s good length as wake and skies conveyed my eyes Lord Neptune's sullen strength aye, busy dogs, the mates and jacks bent hard while tasked below … as toward the sky, a glass to eye my post waved to-and-fro first was I to e'er spot land my voice, the first to yell - first to sight a skull and bones loud-clanged that warning bell "thar she blows!" was oft' my cry if spied foamed breach, had I and "friend or foe?!?" the query barked when strange sails cleaved the sky but moments to becalm my soul as swells tick-tocked the time were star-filled nights, a bullion moon and the phosphorescent brine the darkest times were battlements when the ship groaned with its might but never dark, those eventides - sea and vault - awash with light! quite rare it was to find this tar midst the deck or down below and rarer still would I abdicate my realm there, high the crow … well, I'm adrift on shore now with ol’ brittle bones and gray yet in this lubber's mind I’ll still climb masts to watch … and sway I bounce wee kin on knobby knees and spin them my swabbie tales - St Elmo's Fire and scorching skies fierce battles, storms, and whales and when sweet angels task me to that dark and heav'nly crow … I'll bend gaze to my looking glass and give a hearty … "tally-ho!"
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