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Sweet Revenge

Revenge of sort The old ship has four cranes for loading Also, unlading has anchored in the bay For four days. It must be hot all portholes are open and the cook Sweats in the galley it drips onto the dough Moreover, into the food, cooks transpire a lot and it Has to go somewhere. They call him a fool but eat his sweat a sweet Revenge a secret he keeps to himself. The crew pick rust and paint a little but most Of the time they sit in the mess hall waiting for Something to eat. Dinner is served, the cook wash pots and pan Goes into his cabin lays down on the couch the one Under the porthole, and sleeps till it is time To prepare the evening meal.

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