So my parents had me, to the disgust of the prostitutes, on a bed in a brothel. Surprisingly raised with tender care... 'Til the money got tight... And they bet me away to a blind brigadier in a game of high stakes canasta. But he made me a sailor on his brigadier ship fleet. I know every yardarm from main mast to jib sheet... But sometimes I long to be landlocked... and to work in a bakery.
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