The Helpless Sailor.
As I lie down on a piece of hard wood I wonder what it is, oh, it's only the boat that I row 18 hours a day until I reach shore. .I wish I could fly away like a seagull. I have no food, I wish I had chips and something sweet. All I do is row and row! When can I leave this thug life and become a billionaire? Oh I'm homeless though. I have no money. I only have this boat to survive. No family nothing. I can’t survive. How can I do it, HELP.
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