I salute you, Captain Red.
You're a studder with a glance,
built, you easily unbuckle
my imagination's pants.
Letter writer, never deader,
with a mother for a dancer.
when we screw it's like a panel:
ask a question, get an answer.
Let's be frank. I don't like.
It's the habit you deliver.
one more time and i'm
alone and up the river.
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