With a shriek, wisp’d and rotted mast to keel,
Loomed the ghost ship of Captain O’Neill.
As it neared, came about
From the gloom came a shout:
“We shall board ye, but first must congeal.”
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
This is solid
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The Usual Suspect
‘I do have a few good notes to spare,/ If you would with my capital pair/ To unveil these notes, methinks/ Congealed in pounds of a black gel that stinks/ And which makes ‘GBP’ be concealed.’
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The Usual Suspect
'I do have a few good notes to spare,/ If you would with my capital pair/ To unveil these notes, methinks/ Congealed in a black gel that stinks,/ And makes the 'GBP' be concealed.'
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