Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Captain-s Pleasure!
Captain-s Pleasure.
WE were laid away, we were without Captain, the sails, like a flock of geese, flappin and hauntin. we were upside down, GALE BLOWING, no TILLER, All dependent on Man in the Sea.
WE were ALL despair, every Man, Jack, DUDES, Conscipts, Renegades, Negroes, fishing-last-minute, for a CLUE, a WONDER! We took a deep-sea dive, an 80 footer ROGUE-WAVE, said our Prayers, and by Daveys Jones bad Locker, RE-surfaced again!
We KISSED our SHIP, our Beads, whass-nots, our Tattos, our UN-TO-HEAVEN, already knew, we-d NEVER go to SEA gain, but DO. We were laid away in a Captains Pleasure. Of THAT, despite, of we are sure!...Pass the Bottle!
c2019,dave Delacroix.
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