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Sky Sailor's Handbook, Thoughts and Imaginings
The Flying Ship
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Hey, Nobody is Perfect.
Well, there was this one guy, but we killed him.
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Who I am on face value:
Joel Macbeth
Australia
I am only a slave poet And my chains are those that are worn like armor By the most foolish dictators idols to their own grotesque Bury me with my flute, a knife, coins on my eyes And say you knew I was unrepentant
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