At_Last

From what was just A simple wink I watched my dream ship Sink. His willing harem did not prepared him. He went on in that manner For a while. Or, so I'm told, As they grew colder He grew bolder. Now he winked at every mention

Of any female, maid, or bitch. Perverted long of lost intention Winking crooked into a twitch. As his fleet of time sailed by Alone Ignored Undocked He died. Not a creature cried.

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