S.O.SDear, S.O.SIt's been six months. Please tell me, am I in luck?A while, since my ship had sunk. All my fault, and now i'm fucked.Dear, S.O.SIt's been a while. Great blue sea, for many miles.Trapped alone, on deserted isle. Poseidon, with who I had trifled.Dear, S.O.SIt's been too long. Uncharted beach, I don't belong.Sailed you to sea, I did you wrong. But kudos to you, help has come along.Dear,Anyone!Help! I plead! In the sea, I bob and weave.I swam I tried. Torn away, in riptide.Is anyone out there? Left alive? To-and-fro, I waddle and bobble.Someone save, this lonely bottle!
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