Pirate of the high seas with enough cats to keep off the plague and abundant lemons to stave off scurvy, now plotting holes in aqueous shores of nightly delights, one eyed, Har Har I say, stomping single legged on wooden boards as one limb sleeps and the left eye weeps from a stray hair.
My hat begs apologies made of satin yarn to ward off frizz me hearty, a bedside bottle of water like rum to help me walk the plank onward certain zzz's.
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