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Semi-Sail

the rig sails on the captain at the wheel steel billowed crosswinds and Willie's gruff twang come back...maybe not flip-flop rigs riggin' is sailin', movin' waving goodbye to yesterday I'm a stowaway into today ahead is clear horizon aft is crewed distant past the ropes taut, creaking and diseal's low rumble below port is where we're headed starboard is starry shafts stern relentlessly unappeasable riding the waves bowed someday I'll tighten up swigging the anchor line laying roots off of route one but at present, rig's tackin' we're decked out directly hauling freight, liners for what in life we're lackin' so, harden up to the wind crestin' hill, descendin' trough this rollercoaster ride of life keeps sailin' on to skyline just the mate 'n' the captain © Goode Guy 2011-05-20 1 come back / flip-flop http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_CB_slang 2. swigging http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nautical_terms#S 3. harden up http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nautical_terms#H

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