Lost again, not fine
Locked away by mind
Too long no sleep, confine
Thy thoughts are misaligned
I dreamt of barley grand
and bed as soft as flight
yet pens and work assigned;
a task without delight
Push through what must be done
Lest I repeat the crime
and leave a work, begone!
or hide until the end of time
Alas! That time has come where all was calm
For us, with right, to hibernate and oh, drink rum!
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Pacific-Atlantis Mermen Journal
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