Pale moon buckets
on white sale seas
filled with wry whiskey
and no contest pleas
Fishing my real
From a choral serf
and treading lightly on my soul
Yet a callous grew from the earth
Soon the rein did pool
in an unseemly manor
to brake the buoy
and a fowl candor
All the wailing crews
and all the marry made
could knot undo
the wring we lade
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