Brother Micus, wade wide o'Gitmo. If we be gaol'd, most like 'twill be Botn'y Bay. There's long and lonely leagues twixt here and there. And they be dry and dangerous when the grog runs short and the crew is revolting.



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aka Cap'n Yid.
Stev Lenon Trout Ski, 91B20 '68-'69
When the dawn came up like thunder