As Stern Wooden Ship Slipped Into Cold Grey Ocean, Strange Fellow, With Deep Orange Skin, From Years of Carbolic Acid Use, Sat On Icicled Deck, Arm Pointed In Line With Golden Sunrise. Searching Manifest, Found Curious Name, J.London.
Like Suns Ray, Power, Reaffirming ,Along Croocked Finger. Passenger Sat, Smiling. Sails Slapping Never Bothered, Nor Hempline, Dragging Circles About Deck Like Bottom of Ocean Snakes.
Adobe Promised HTML Support Late Last April, now Widget Gets Thru. SomeHow, Desktop Widget & Ability To Decypher html5 Don't Seem Same:Open Ale Left onBoard, 6 Months Ago, Now As Flat As Seas' Surface Cent,Only Movement of Bow Making Swishing Sounds, Cutting Waves & occassional Splashes of Brine Unto Bare Faced Apprentice Seaman, Whom Asked J.London, If Cold Was Bothersome, AS Bone Chilling Depth Must of Numbed Even Heatiest. Then Sceam, Hesih Dead, Indeed, Frozen In Chair For Good Half Day, Since Evenings' Main Ballroom Emptied, Others Moving to Elavator, Seeking Warmth of Her Majestees' Boilers.
Hes' Dead, Hesih Cryed, Not to Arouse, Ony To Inform. Soon Dead Ocean Snakes Have Feast of Canvas & Corspe. Why Does Man Come Out Here To Die, On Halloween Eve. Jurno Entry 13-64.64
When Will User Learn, Widget Adobe, Use HTML5, Stay Alive & Secure Writers of Software Wood, Like Ship, Give Birth or Direction to Comparing New mexico Women To Sardinas Poulation, Modify Code & Get Satelite Tracking Data, Really, Dead Indeed. NOT Likely, Folks. Only Two Thomas von Drashek Remain, As Cruise Enters Open Black Ocean of Never EndLess Plowing Water,Hold On For Dear Life.
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