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By Jack Joseph Smith
Young Man And The Sea
They are not livid, they are buldging from the eyes
They are ravid, Blood is coming out of what ofered
to the sea and sun is left of their skim
Tingues suncken, bobbing away from their
cracked conoes in my mind!
I'm drinking rum and smoking cocane,
and I own the boat
Muriel boat lift
They came aboard;
I lost my boat
the first time I went to heaven,
Maybe that is why
any kind of didtruction dosen't bother me
I mean once you have taken the chance,
and just after the emotion
received the blessing