No Man in Sight
No man is sight
No hearts no cards
No flowers so fine
No Godiva no Sara Lee
A man, well
No man in sight
Just lots of foamy sea
I checked my nets
Not a bit broken
Just riddled with pretty seaweed
I now stand at the bow
Wondering how the hell
I keep missing the land
Of men into me!
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