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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353041" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Sailboat's Last Thoughts.......[Human/Sailboat Nature; Drama; Weather]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The storm clouds covered the sun, <br>bringing to an end the day-of-fun.<br>I knew my owner was not too bright; <br>I resisted his casting off with all my might.<br>But though I'm bigger and stronger than him, <br>I was at the mercy of his every whim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But this day my fate had a second master.<br>Both the human and weather brought me disaster.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">First the wind picked up for an hour, <br>bringing with it a late afternoon shower.<br>He sailed me on while showing no fear<br>but just opened himself another beer.<br>I had enough anger and fear for us both; <br>if I could speak I'd swear an oath<br>that, if once more we did reach shore, <br>with that jerk I'd sail no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He'd probably not checked forecast or a chart.<br>What a foolish, misguided, drunken fart! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tried to come up with a positive thought.<br>Try as I might I came up with naught, and<br>he made no effort to motor me in.<br>In nautical circles that is a sin.<br>When beer was gone he went down below.<br> With more rain came an increased easterly blow.<br>Wind that is, a fearsome blast, <br>which tore my sails and snapped my mast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've never been a boat much to pray, <br>but I beseeched Neptune on this, my last, day.<br>My only hope was to stay afloat! <br>If I could wield a pen I'd have written a note, <br>damning my owner and his beer as well, <br>and wishing them both bad luck in Sailors' Hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind increased even more for an hour.<br>Freezing rain developed from what was a shower.<br>The sea filled the cabin below; <br>what became of him I don't care and don't know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My last thoughts were of the owner I never did thank.<br>He was my first owner before I was lost to the bank.<br>He kept my sails in order and fuel in my tank.<br>And HE checked weather and charts, and HE never drank.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(Nov.15,2012)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bri+Edwards">Bri Edwards</a><div class=q>
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I knew my owner was not too bright; 
I resisted his casting off with all my might.
But though I'm bigger and stronger than him, 
I was at the mercy of his every whim.

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