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The Mirage
The beach is long and wide and bright There's not a single bloke in sight And on the horizon a mirage, it seems A single ship - a ship of dreams. Upon its mast a flag unfurls, Depicting many naughty girls Their skimpy dress my eyes resent I look around in embarrassment. There's no one here except myself And who sails on the continental shelf. This ship has come from ancient times And could be pirates doing crimes. But no, the flag is changing now And showing awesome scenes, I vow My eyes have never seen such sights My stimulation never reached such heights. But now the ship is sailing fast My view was never meant to last, It's fading in the deep blue sea And I am left with naught to see. 20 lines 4/27/08
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