Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Corsairs Of Old Comments
Rating: ★5.0
Cutting lime, squatting on sun whitened sand,
I view the contours of my anchored ship
making mental notes I carefully scan
indigenous tribes as juice swarms round my lips.
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7/28/2025 2:43:48 PM # 1.0.0
Love the imagery created from this poem! Felt like I was sitting there next to you on those warm sands and looking up at those clouds with your ship moored nearby! Nicely done Capt'n!