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The Church bells rang like a fog horn lost out at sea , Is there anyone there “ it sang gracefully . The suns light  hid behind pale blue skies , it was eight in the morning in this quiet market town . The birds could be heard blackbird , Chaffinch , thrush , all wrapped up in coffee or brunch , all were lost to this light house near cliffs on the sea? Blue bells and blackberry shells , fish and chips for tea . A. quiet harbour a fisherman’s prayer , that none should be lost at sea. And soon the coffee cups were empty , soon the bed were made , Soon the breakfast dishes were lying empty in the sink . The towns folk like fish were drawn to a net , the old sea dog smiled , and stopped pulling on his bell , the fish were caught and smiling , their souls were saved from hell . That evening as the waves crashed upon the sand , Laver bread and bacon for supper as fishermen’s wife’s , Lit fires awaiting their men that may never again see dry land . Dear God , on bended knee bring my man back to me “ The old sea dog climbed the stairs , round and round those sturdy old steps , and pulled that bell with all his might , that none should be lost on this dark night .
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Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 3:23 AM UTC
The old sea dog .
The Church bells rang like a fog horn lost out at sea , Is there anyone there “ it sang gracefully . The suns light  hid behind pale blue skies , it was eight in the morning in this quiet market town . The birds could be heard blackbird , Chaffinch , thrush , all wrapped up in coffee or brunch , all were lost to this light house near cliffs on the sea? Blue bells and blackberry shells , fish and chips for tea . A. quiet harbour a fisherman’s prayer , that none should be lost at sea. And soon the coffee cups were empty , soon the bed were made , Soon the breakfast dishes were lying empty in the sink . The towns folk like fish were drawn to a net , the old sea dog smiled , and stopped pulling on his bell , the fish were caught and smiling , their souls were saved from hell . That evening as the waves crashed upon the sand , Laver bread and bacon for supper as fishermen’s wife’s , Lit fires awaiting their men that may never again see dry land . Dear God , on bended knee bring my man back to me “ The old sea dog climbed the stairs , round and round those sturdy old steps , and pulled that bell with all his might , that none should be lost on this dark night .
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Travellerintime
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 3:23 AM UTC
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