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Monday, January 23, 2012

Someday



Someday the delinquent son becomes real,
And walks again down the street.
You will see him. Everyone will.
They'll wonder
what he's been up to.
He was sold, not a soul here didn't profit by it.
They tied him by the mast,
And made him toil there
For eight years.
All because he drank,
For a few minutes,
With one of the Queen's men.

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