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Dream: One Tight Night Will Cure Thy Blight

 

Squirt the groundswell, but keep it a secret.
( sabateurs and other lightweight threats,
                            are emerging from corners).

Beware
the widow woman wrapped in black.
Offer no resistance. She'd be booked to board
 the TITANIC, but mistakenly hopped the the OLYMPIC
(as all them StarLine tubs looked the same her).

Then was the figure of the mighty Jack Johnson.......

"And they wouldn't let Jack Johnson on board. They said:
this ship don't haul no coal, Fare the well, Titanic, fare-thee-well."

The remainder of the tale is too sad to tell, but all of ye know the rest of the story.

 Champion Jack & widow Black, had the Time of their lives. living without having
                                          to suck the blasted Sea,

                                         The remainder were most
                                          elated to have side-stepped
                                          the wide, long, panic that folks are prone to
                                          in the headlong trip to the wet,(and wetter) ,
                                          the death, the ignominity as
                                          to the choices that they'd have
                                          to make to survive or die in
                                          that ocean of the Gilded Age.

Best news for you is to not board that bloated ,unsinkable glitter of heaven's junk.
                                        
                                              ( How could such a damnable happening
                                               happen when God is in the room?)

               Aw, shucks,just say yr prayers in the church of your choice and be ready

                                                           for EveryThing.


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Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
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Author's Note
"Tears of rage. Tears of grief. Why must I always be the thief ?
Come to me now, Y'know were so alone, and life is brief"
                                                     Bob Dylan and Richard Manuel,  c.1967
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