Almost human

I hear the ocean more and more and yet can’t hear what you say, the shingle song carries me on and the tide takes me away. I expect it is age related ebbing as I am or it could be that I’m saturated with the stress of being a man. I see equations in the…

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Rag and bone man

There is an ocean in this scrapyard that is laughingly called me and I’m wading through this fractured hulk somewhere all at sea, but even junkyards have their uses though they’re difficult to find, I have lots of time to waste and really, no really I don’t mind. A souvenir shop by a cafe who would place…

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White horses

Her lips crash against me in her great sea I am small fry. and the trickle of sand becomes like rains from her hand a deluge in this land of the parched. A sign, beware there be dragon, makes me get a move on as she makes her move on me and her lips crash…

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Tavern tales

Long John fits the bill and has his fill of rum. On the run with the tide that turned, the sails they are a rising, Blind Pew who can see bugger all decides to put his eyes in. It’s a life and a half before the quarter mast with the sea spray in our faces,…

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Precise movements

And the winner is probably the last one standing but I’m standing in for a friend who doesn’t want to be in at the end. It’s a tad non-specific though this mid-Atlantic accent works terrifically for me she likes the fire to be put out by her ocean…

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