The ghost ship appeared out upon the high sea,
It sang a song on the waves it meant only for me,
It called me to board,
I need not bring my sword,
For there would be no one to fight where I'd be.
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As deer hunting season begins,
The deer have all of the wins,
My riffle corroded,
And, with the first shot exploded,
Now, I'm paying for my hunting sins.
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