To an imaginary love.
On Sun, 1 May 2011 16:35:11 -0400, "Wilbur Hubbard"
wrote:
The sun is warm on our backs as we walk down the dock. A few glasses of wine
at a local pub, a smiled thank you and we are walking to board "Cut the
Mustard". There's nobody else around. The seagulls call out in the humid
air, a warm breeze beckons.
Ah yes Willie-boy does it again. For years you've told us all about
what a REAL SAILOR you are, keeping your boat at a mooring, and now
you fess up that you really are keeping it at a dock.
Cheers,
Bruce
(bruceinbangkokatgmaildotcom)
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