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Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia
my brave sailor boy
He rolled his wheelchair upon the keel.
A wave hit the boat sweeping across the deck.
Cause the boat to sink, quite the wreck.
Now Whitey would of swum if his legs did kick.
But strapped to the wheelchair his arms weren't quick.
Underwater he sunk so slow.
His discord friends would never know.
What happened to Whitey the ginger sperg.
Whether he fell or hit an iceberg.