Jake Schaff

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Come sailors, come sailors, honest and true
Off to sail the oceans of crystalline blue
An ocean as vast as all creation
Ignorant of troubles to arrive in manifestation
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The umbrage of time, cast upon the old man's face.
Memories of youth so near and dear, shared with any willing ear.
Stories flow like drivel from the mouth, never ceasing to a drouth
Time goes on....
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While the Owls turn their head with quick disdain, the black horses of insurrection march to their malicious beat. 
With their resolutions made steadfast, forged from the furnace of malice and malcontent,
the fire lashes out and scorches the hand of opposition. 
As the masses swell, the ravenous sea howls!
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The cosmic kiss shatters the day break
And splits up the sunlight from the standing trees.
The celestial bodies caress and dance,
profoundly
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