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This is a continuation of the "Chronicles of a Mumbo-jumbo Honcho" and solely devoted to the period of my withdrawal from my addiction to a red hair dye and all the things that came and went with it. The rest is myth.

El Dorado

September 18, 2009

I remember a dream in my childhood

There was a captain of a fleet of ship

A voyage towards chests of fame and gold

To grip tighter to a shaken kingship

 

In the way he made himself a believer

As the sunset sunk deeper behind him

Right is where the wheel is to maneuver

Although the end is like the devil’s grim

 

Poked in the head he woke up as a start

And realized that his kingship was thrown

Now a captain left with a struggling heart

Paddled in the dark, weary and alone

 

A dying light at hand, a heart that hopes

Facing sunsets was the last thing in mind

Finding the end of the line, the boat gropes

A hoping heart may stray, but ‘tis ne’er blind

 

Lady, will you be waiting at the end

And muster for me the courage to fend?

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