Thursday, November 3, 2011

Sonnet

There goes a ship,
a word does not leave out lips,
A ship full of the dogs of the sea,
it fills me with wonder on what they might see,

Strangely drawn to its wonders,
hope to get fame and shower in plunder,
Trying to decipher the map of mystery,
hoping to write my name upon history,

The strange relationship with Silver and Jim,
Will they survive with all their limbs?

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