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Once a Seafarer 
I was thinking of my life as a seafarer endless
voyaging like a gipsy of the seas.
It was the best of times because I was young
but was also the worst of times being without
a woman for months on end. 
I was a lousy seaman really didn`t blend in 
Preferred reading in my cabin and got a higher
education without trying or knowing it, yes 
I`m grateful to so many writers they gave my life
a meaning on the ocean of colossal ennui.
I came alive when the ship docked, and I could go 
ashore, cold lone star beer in Houston and 
dance with a cowgirl or a midnight swim with 
a woman in Honduras.

As I got older little could assuage my boredom
the drink became both friend and enemy, washed up
on the shore of Portugal, here I got up  drank a cold
beer built my house on solid earth and dreams.

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