Tell the Tale

 

tell the tale of treasures hold
sail of black, bow so bold
shouts of sailors pulling lines
waves crashing upon the pines

to the beat of Poseidon’s drum
pulse the rowing slaves to come
up the beach of isle lost
dammed to each and all the cost
7/19/99

 

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