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Boat on a hill, never going to sea. Anchored to a fixer upper's dream. Thisboat is beat, never gonna be a boat now. Thirsty, sees the sea from high onthe ice plant. He keeps patching it and painting. Thinking about his pensionplan. But the boat is out to pasture. Seems it never had a chance. I wanna bea boat, I wanna learn to swim. Then I'll learn to float. Then begin again.
Begin again. Boat remembers the carpenter's sure hand. Missing fishy flutteron it's rutter. Sold at an auction, on a dolly ever since. Sometimes rainydays drop boyish wonder.
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