Scrit Poems - Poems about Scrit

...when I was young, my first boat was a whailer going fishing to fripp hauling it by trailer I stopped at Island Plaza, my boat I was a gassing then the Gulla man asked me, while in passing "youd......

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...forgive me master while you at your desk took private your thoughts i dared trespass... approaching silent i slipped your mind in the rays of sun i came from behind the master and I at h......

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