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![]() Ode to a Sailing BuddyI sailed with you from the tip of Florida All the way to the South of Maine When you studied the sailing manual You skipped the chapter about the passing lane The wind was pulling us to the east, you didn’t reset the mast Fresh lobster we should be dining on Instead of treading water and sinking fast You didn’t know the Stern from Bow In Starboard Tack we lost the rudder It was of no surprise when we went capsized The view of the Hull and shark, made me shudder We floated in the Atlantic for two full days Finally the Coast Guard rescued us When I’m released from Intensive Care someday, I’ll travel with you, by the Greyhound Bus Send this Whackocard to your friends! |