| Re: Talk like a pirate day
AAARRR ye scoundrel !!!!
sounds goode t'me ya horn swagglin, scurvey son of a dog...hehee
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...and when I'm old and wise
little things mean little to me
like autumn winds they'll blow right through me
and someday, in the mist of time
when they ask you if you knew me
remember that you were a friend of mine
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