The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Place Your Bids. Spin.










Drink from a wine skin,
It sloshes over face,
Little one reach up in thirst,
Kicked away.

Fight a man for his immortal soul,
Tell a dying woman what shes never been told.
Steal a girl's doll, her favorite toy,
And to cap it all off, kick a little boy.

Run round in circles, clear sunny day,
Try to remember it a different way,
Desperate search round and round,
Looking so hard, but its never found.

The man got his soul back but lost his hope,
The woman survived where they said she wouldn't cope,
The girl got her doll back, and then got some more,
The little boy stopped crying on the cold wooden floor.

Grow Grow Grow in the summer sun,
Win your joy and steal your fun,
Don't just wait for the days to roll past,
Grab them quick and grab them fast.

Roulette wheel now it spins,
The good and the bad both to win.
Now they walk out, they got their lot,
They each got half of the loot in the pot.



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