Thursday, April 8, 2010
I fancy myself a lady who wears the garments fit for a royal queen sitting on the balcony of my castle. Princes bow in my presence and the royal court runs to my beck and call. Aye! Tis only a pirate queens dream of fanciful livin outside the hull and deck of this creakin pirate ship that is beginning to look more like a shipwreck than the majestic ship that first set sail. Aye! I recall me early days filled with spunk and full of me ire and lust for pirate booty. Now me fancy turns to nobler pursuits and lofty places away from this salty fish stenchin hull. I ask me self this question every day. Will I always be just a pirate queen or can I change me spots? What say ye?
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