Will sailors be scuttling ships.'
If the US navy; gets in a real fix?
In the great gulf of a war
with rockets in short store
Hulls in shallows, like half showing bricks'
made a rebuttal
our poorly designed shuttle
do have to scuttle
The Judiciary would not budge
For Lawrence van Dyke was a smudge
He knew not his job
But how to hobnob
So Trump made him a lifetime Judge
The Whistleblower's indirect goal
Was to stop Donald Trump burning coal
By some miracle
Trump's stocking is full -
Just reward for selling his soul?
Scuttle My Last Rebuttal
So what I will have to do is scuttle,
What appeared to be last rebuttal;
Proposed by me,
And with no fee;
Confused when things up did muddle.
Jim Horn
Oh heavens. Over ten again.
It's the wind that scuttle
Had it not left me troubled?
Bewildered and peculiar am I
The strange looks of the sky
Rains by as the day sleeps the night
And welkin seems
It broke down a frail sigh
Thus, emitted a shrill cry
Shuns the daylight as clouds gather
Entwined with poetic strife
As lovely clouds converge to safeguard
I have thought...
When the wind come hitherto from afar
Only shall it present
...more mellow mars
Suddenly fallen have I
...the prolific wind scuttles
It's the wind that scuttle
Had it, left me yet troubled?
Bewildered and peculiar am I...
Nevertheless...
Eyes of tomorrow shall come to pass
And mind of sorrow fall short at last
I want to make much...of my soul
However...the wind which tarry hitherto stows me much troubles
In which I composed a frail sigh from
And even I...I emit a shrill cry, with a voice, saying...
"Goodbye. That I may change direction from mellow mars."
And now...brother and sisters. Behold...now I am free.
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