"I stood gimlet-eyed in the Hall to Paradise."
Young ought I,
By fishes find rest
My scavenger of sea
Not by and by,
Why of them swum I best
Pirate they call me
I shall not lie.
Future recipe:Bark of darkest chocolateServed with soup of palest sharklet!
Oh no, I've been made stew!But If I'll be, I'll be for you.
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