off wit the slops

.

 noth'n sounds more sweeter 
                 than
   the jamaican windz help'n
the salty wet slap 'gainst mine 
          cabin's porthole
                 her'z 
                 arrrr
 tresses flap'n 'gainst me face
             her vocalz
          just the slight
             mine hear

                 hey
               she be 
                 yar
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