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[title] => sailing
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[bodytext] => Sailing
With the help of an old chest a few planks hammer and nails we built us a boat on the attic. I demanded to be her captain but brother said no that was his job because he was older than me. He sent me down into the galley peeling potatoes which is a job for sissies. Edwin, my friend, bit bigger than me, got to be a chief engineer and we sailed the seas till mother came home and saw that we had ruined her antique chest. Brother got his ears warmed Edwin sent home. And I? Well I was only the cook. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 194 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jan_Oskar_Hansen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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