At the start of the revolution there was a gunshot
A blaze from a barrel to transpond
I heard it all
As I sat by the wand pond
To a harsher existance
Of that the military brings
Not the life of most diamond rings
Not the crest on the tour
Or the ocean at harbor on a moor
Say your prayer if you sit too close
Of a life of a naval officer who serves host
A paradigm of ocean to configure
On a quest lacking vigor
At the end of the shore
So begins a better life at harbor
Trust me to know
Trust me to begin
Of a landlover
Who loves the ocean like sin...
(Poem by Admiral Booster)
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