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Getting one solid piece of wood that you mold.
Going to create something everyone can behold.
It will be something you will be proud of, so will they.
You get your tools ready and begin to chip away.

This will be very difficult, but that you knew.
So you start shaping it into what you want, a canoe.
Your son comes out to help every one in a while.
Son when this is all over, we'll sail on the river for miles. 

The days and months and even some years pass.
But it is coming to fruition, and almost done at last.
This is something you put your whole heart into making.
Everyone around you knows that it has been pain staking. 

Finally you put the last few touches on it and its done.
Tomorrow we'll go out and test it on the water, okay son.
You get up early and go to the river next to the town.
But when you put it in the water, it sinks straight down.

Both of you watch it as it fades into the murky abyss.
All that hard work and effort gone, I can't believe this.
Not everything in life works out the way its supposed to and comes together.
You can have the best laid plans for a picnic, but you can't predict the weather.

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