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Crusoe's Inflatable
in acute distress is where I was
firing flares or else lighting fires
engraving SOS on the sandy beach
for want of any telegraph wires
I watched for sails on the horizon
every day I searched the skies
I kept a careful log of my every day,
alone, its amazing how time flies
I quickly got sick of coconuts
fish all began to taste the same
goats and chickens are ...
Wednesday 26th August 2020 10:58 am
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