Ejawa

It's sometimes good, to know what's the beef, even tho there's been bad blood, what you gain, information from sea, be spared sharp unknown pain, and touching wood for luck, on the bridge bringing tea, tides taken at their flood, the Second Mate, says you don't get passed three, certain coronary pains, you call the old man's bluff, make him have a bevvy, he's already suffered enough, tell him about your love, that would always be, the time between us enough, before any reprieve.