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Post by Administrator on Mar 26, 2019 23:23:59 GMT
A sailor lay dying in an old sailors home no family about him as they had long gone and he cast his mind back to the days he had seen and tried to remember the places he'd been from the cold northern seas to the south seas so warm he remembered the tramp ships that went for so long and the islands so green and filled with birdsong of shipmates some good and shipmates some bad and all of the wonderful times that he had of loves that were gone and promises made to be lost like a breeze in a southerly trade he heard a voice whisper I think that he's gone but he knew in his mind that his memories lived on for the pull of the sea will never let go and the old sailor sighed and just went with the flow.
Author unknown.
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