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The little wooden boat

'Twas all so beautiful a sight, A long summers night; The sacred stars were burning bright about our mother moon. The wind filled the sails above the waves, that sped us through the sailors tales, and brought us to a deep lagoon. We cast our nets out far and wide, then watched them sink below the tide, which rattled out a tune for me and you. We hauled aboard the silver fish, to fill our bellies and our fists, then set off home with seagulls squawking tunes. The wooden boat now tied about the quay, its tattered sail and rusty cleat, gently tug and tug the rope upon the swell. come to sea! You know me well!!
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Purcy
52 / M / Earth
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Written by
Purcy
52 / M / Earth
Published
Feb 10, 2018
Lines·Words
19·117
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A little well used boat tied about a key

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#sailboat#sailing#fishingboat#fishing#boat#fishermen#fish#sea
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