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AHOY
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When the lifeboat starts sinking
We jettison the extraneous
We immediately start thinking
Of the disposable miscellaneous
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Like the slings and arrows of the past
A ton of old regrets
The opinions and fads that didn't last
They are no longer assets
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As we hurl stuff overboard
We try to find the leak
Between plugging the holes and lightening the load
We can safely reach the blessed shore we seek
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