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The Sea Is Deep

Deep is the sea A cook on a ship sat on a pollard drinking beer when he got up, the ship lurched, and he fell overboard He swam on his back, moving his arms slowly thinking, if the meat he had taken from the freezer had thawed He must have fallen half sleep when feeling the water was swallowed, got up, waded ashore on a small island Tired, he sat in the sand to sleep more until the sun burnt his face (cooks have pale faces) and a land crab bit his toe. Thirsty, he walked around the island and came upon fishermen, frying red snappers; immediately, the cook felt at home and said: “Good morning.” Surprised at first, he told of his mishap, and they welcomed him to eat and drink cold beer. When the news, the cook was saved, reached the press, he didn’t mind as few cooks ever get to be famous

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