titanic poem

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No more drinks no more cigs I am to young to die with the fish





















One fish two fish red fish blue fish

Smoke my last cig and took my last drink

When the boat went up

I had to tug

With one more hug

I had to go

Looking around at children arms

Hoping for some one to grab on to there arm

As people rushed to the wooden boats

All I could think of was what’s the hold

People pushing and shoving
Only the women and children on first





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