BOYS now a raid of sea people!

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there is a ghost that you seek
in the kingdom of thieves
clapping hands, gnashing teeth, shaking gold tambourines.
at midnight, they sing
to the king of all things
breaking bread, steeping tea, wearing torn denim jeans..
singing la and of da...
little pilgrim,
when will you see
that your company
you could never keep?
mix a tonic and settle down
'til the walls fall in and you're underground.

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