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An Undisclosed Location | 11 months, 4 weeks ago (30 minutes after post)

Another good one! Thank-you :)

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An Undisclosed Location | 11 months, 4 weeks ago (34 minutes after post)

You’re welcome, I’ll send you a few pics of a warm sunny trip taken recently, maybe it’ll keep your computer from freezing up, lol.

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Just a smile for a new friend.. :)

Seas Light

Someday soon,
I’ll buy a sailboat.
Something small but sure,
a thirty-five footer.
With a jib and a main,
a well found little sloop.
For a couple of bucks maybe more.
I’ll fix it up as I go,
And stand on a the beach,
with my jeans rolled up,
wind blowing sand in my hair,
I’ll paint it blue and white.
I’ll name it for my heart,
something I’m not quite sure of.
Maybe something like Seas Light,
and I’ll launch it into the harbor.
I’ll pack it with goodies,
and tin cans of food.
And a rusty old typewriter
with extra ribbons and paper.
I’ll add a dozen or so bottles,
of my favorite wine.
Then I’ll sail away,
tacking into the wind,
zigzagging away from,
the man I leave behind.
The one on the shore,
the one with his pant legs rolled up,
he is anchored to the pier,
and he never will leave.
I’ll clip along on the waves,
waving back to myself,
scared but so happy,
waving back from the sea.
The part that’s fantastic,
is me watching me go,
because now I’m so sure,
it’s me we all see.

‘b’

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A smile for a new friend.. :)

Seas Light

Someday soon,
I’ll buy a sailboat.
Something small but sure,
a thirty-five footer.
With a jib and a main,
a well found little sloop.
For a couple of bucks maybe more.
I’ll fix it up as I go,
And stand on a the beach,
with my jeans rolled up,
wind blowing sand in my hair,
I’ll paint it blue and white.
I’ll name it for my heart,
something I’m not quite sure of.
Maybe something like Seas Light,
and I’ll launch it into the harbor.
I’ll pack it with goodies,
and tin cans of food.
And a rusty old typewriter
with extra ribbons and paper.
I’ll add a dozen or so bottles,
of my favorite wine.
Then I’ll sail away,
tacking into the wind,
zigzagging away from,
the man I leave behind.
The one on the shore,
the one with his pant legs rolled up,
he is anchored to the pier,
and he never will leave.
I’ll clip along on the waves,
waving back to myself,
scared but so happy,
waving back from the sea.
The part that’s fantastic,
is me watching me go,
because now I’m so sure,
it’s me we all see.

‘b’

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Just a smile for a new friend.. :)

Seas Light

Someday soon,
I’ll buy a sailboat.
Something small but sure,
a thirty-five footer.
With a jib and a main,
a well found little sloop.
For a couple of bucks maybe more.
I’ll fix it up as I go,
And stand on a the beach,
with my jeans rolled up,
wind blowing sand in my hair,
I’ll paint it blue and white.
I’ll name it for my heart,
something I’m not quite sure of.
Maybe something like Seas Light,
and I’ll launch it into the harbor.
I’ll pack it with goodies,
and tin cans of food.
And a rusty old typewriter
with extra ribbons and paper.
I’ll add a dozen or so bottles,
of my favorite wine.
Then I’ll sail away,
tacking into the wind,
zigzagging away from,
the man I leave behind.
The one on the shore,
the one with his pant legs rolled up,
he is anchored to the pier,
and he never will leave.
I’ll clip along on the waves,
waving back to myself,
scared but so happy,
waving back from the sea.
The part that’s fantastic,
is me watching me go,
because now I’m so sure,
it’s me we all see.

‘b’

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