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The Curse of Bryan De FurseThe Curse of Bryan De Furse By Michael ArnoldThe Curse of Bryan De Furse
As I looked over the edge of the gunwale I realised it was seven weeks since we set sail Lucky to have with us the wind of strong gale As the rain lashed down in a hail.
For days we had been on the heels of Bryan De Furse A French privateer with a voodoo curse. Upon hearing this, many brave men disperse When they are invited onto my ship at first.
It was when we finale caught up to his ship That I thought, terrified, that my eyes had a slip. A crew of skeletons screaming war looking like a part of pirate’s
by ~MichaelLemexarnold
The Dead SeaThe Dead Sea By Michael ArnoldThe Dead Sea
It is with this letter that I wish to say,
That upon my travels, so numerous and gay I have witnessed many things strange On these continents of three, But none so strange as that of the Dead Sea.
For it was on my visit to Egypt’s attire When it came over me, the will to enquire About a curtain passage from the bible. But, alas, my guide stopped dead, looking at me He simply said, “Tis the Dead Sea.”
At hearing this I was greatly hooked And all around, my eyes shifted and looked And I hadn’t noticed my wife
by ~MichaelLemexarnold
The betrayal of JessieThe betrayal of Jessie By Michael ArnoldThe betrayal of Jessie
I sat, sadly looking into my Scotch. I was sitting in my living room with my neighbour, we where not talking much, But I needed the company. Ever since my wife left me two mouths ago, I had been empty. Not even the intoxicating strength of liquor was enough to cheer me up. When Jessie left me, it felt like a part of me had disappeared. I could not even remember seeing her leave. She left no letter, no goodbye when she left my home and my life, I just woke up to find her gone. My neighbour was looking at me, I could feel it, but I never bothered to look up at her. I never even acknowl
by ~MichaelLemexarnold
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I've got a secret,
It's on the tip of my tongue, It's on the back of my lungs,
and I've got to keep it,
I know something you don't know.
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Is that what happens to us? A life of conflict with no time for friends, so that when it's done, only our enemies leave roses...
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The death of one child is a tragedy, the death of thousands is a statistic.
Tonight time has no hold on us. Tonight we are immortal.
'The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori'
My hopes are so high I think your kiss might just kill me
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princess of darkness! grr
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