Tag: sailor
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Stormbound Any Port’ll Suffice
Navvies with pole rot giving knee tremblers to cotton-rogued dollies dockside Hempen hawser holds rocking boat Houario, who by morning hears Iberian arias and by evening thumbs claddagh rings in Irish bars Humping harder chasing little bardo Whore spends poundful hours pounded by Horatio, heave-hoe a drop of Nelson’s blood and he’s ready to go…
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