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Wharf Walk
Wharf walking
And admiring the yachts,
It’s yours for the asking
She smiled,
This good looking gal
Polishing the rails of her boat,
Two bits and a bottle of rum
And she yours,
Offered a cocky guy in
Sailor cap on deck of a
Mahogany beauty,
I reached into my pocket
For the coin,
I’ll have to run
For the rum,
It’s now or never
He smirked,
No rum no deal,
I flicked him the two bits
Anyway,
I’ll wait,
She smiled again,
Hurry back with the rum. Stephen Nesbitt © . .
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