Monday, April 28, 2014
The Swashbuckler Comments
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I row my wooden skiff, approaching the brilliant shore,
On the sanguine sea, with rubies in the bow;
A troubadour, I leave the jewels within the prow.
(I hide my little boat in the grasses by the moor.)
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8/8/2025 12:15:37 AM # 1.0.0
Another great poem telling another wonderful story. Love these poems so very much!