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Edward Rochester Esq.
2019-08-14 01:00:25 UTC
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So where is Rochester with his poetry....?
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The Admiral

Abandon those high seas
getting high by the river;
ahoy wall-less quarters
my wine sip hears not the diesel,
churn of prop, the all hands on deck
having left port without me,
the soup line is now the tide,
the head, a giant hedge
collecting my misgivings.

Edward Rochester Esq.
Edward Rochester Esq.
2019-08-14 07:38:06 UTC
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Post by Edward Rochester Esq.
So where is Rochester with his poetry....?
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The Admiral
Abandon those high seas
getting high by the river;
ahoy wall-less quarters
my wine sip hears not the diesel,
churn of prop, the all hands on deck
having left port without me,
the soup line is now the tide,
the head, a giant hedge
collecting my misgivings.
Edward Rochester Esq.
No answer you coward fuck? You asked a question, didn't you, you drunken bum?

Come on boy...bring your pipe.
Hieronymous Corey
2019-08-14 08:48:41 UTC
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Wtf?
NancyGene
2019-08-14 13:52:34 UTC
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Exceptional poem, Edward. The Admiral's misgivings are also his mis-takings.
Clay "BronyBoi" Dockery
2019-08-14 16:49:03 UTC
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Post by Edward Rochester Esq.
So where is Rochester with his poetry....?
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The Admiral
Abandon those high seas
getting high by the river;
ahoy wall-less quarters
my wine sip hears not the diesel,
churn of prop, the all hands on deck
having left port without me,
the soup line is now the tide,
the head, a giant hedge
collecting my misgivings.
Edward Rochester Esq.
Simply fab.
NancyGene
2019-08-14 19:28:12 UTC
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Post by Clay "BronyBoi" Dockery
Post by Edward Rochester Esq.
So where is Rochester with his poetry....?
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The Admiral
Abandon those high seas
getting high by the river;
ahoy wall-less quarters
my wine sip hears not the diesel,
churn of prop, the all hands on deck
having left port without me,
the soup line is now the tide,
the head, a giant hedge
collecting my misgivings.
Edward Rochester Esq.
Simply fab.
Will says, "Heh, Sailor."

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