Send me a ship to set my soul free.
Cast me off these land loving feet.
Call me to the ocean, set sail upon the sea.
I'll mind the tiller, you tend the sheets.
Plot a course to an island we can name,
With a quiet beach to spend our days.
Watch our children play marvelous games
And grow wise in the wonder of kinder ways.
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6-24-83
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