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Revised sonnet #1355

I grieve a galleon La Verde du Bon Port
As Pommie privateers drowned while they robbed
The hold of booty she no longer bobbed
A few escaped enriched the canny sort
The Sun King Louis allows that we abort
The Madagascar hoard how hard thats sobbed
In losses Satan our direction lobbed
Thus scuppers plan to build a beachhead fort
Ill grant you God that sunken galleons gold
And silver bricks and greasy ambergris
I crave one spoil in auctions undersold
You mustnt harp in vault of heavens bliss
Ear wax extracting scoop of gold I crave
Its practical the precious women rave
Chorus crave desire fancy