I was going through old documents again the other day in a quest to organize them (that's not going to happen) and I cam across yet another poem. I'm starting to think I may need to switch professions. Well here it is, for what it's worth.
A happy man was he
Happy as a clam was the man
With a love for the sea
His love for the sea was so strong
He worked with all his strength
To make a house out of a boat
One wide and of great length
Then one day came a wicked storm
With high seas and heavy rain
The old man knelt and prayed
But all his prayers were in vain
After a night of heavy high seas
The old man washed ashore
Finding himself pleading to God
“No more kind sir, no more”
So with his sea days behind him
He moved to the mountain
Where atop the highest of peaks
He built a great cabin
There the old man lives his days
Minding his many trees
He stays far from the vast oceans
For God keeps him from the sea
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