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Portsmouth belle 2 (Free verse) by Garrett S Sexton

O tattooed Nell, she was me girl, many a night in the alley. A penny and some rum, we'd have some fun and fun we'd have aplenty. O tattooed Nell, her tobacco smell, her wooden smile would carry. I'd have married that girl, O tattooed Nell, with the anchor on her belly. But the bells would toll as the sea would call and she'd many a boat to meet. So I bid farewell to old tattooed Nell as she hobbled up the street O tattooed Nell, she was me girl and in those eyes she'd always be.

<{Baba^Yaga}> 5-Aug-03/11:09 AM
Until that day she did unfurl
Why Nell had to stand up to pee.




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