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Bloody jig-saws are keeping me in my cabin and I am quickly going blind. My old shipmate Baron V of Mona is spending most of his Free Time having existential discussions with a scouser poet. No not Roger mc Gough, the other one.
There is cobwebs in the Saloon and sagebrush blowing thro the Smokeroom. Jig saws are better than the Sally Ann at keeping you oiff the booze.
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