The end of the day
December 11th 2006 08:16
I saw a boat today, it bobbed with the never-ending tide,
Each time a wave rolled up, on the other side it would hide,
The sails were down, the bare masts stood high,
The sun was sinking, the Master painting His Masterpiece on the sky.
Each time a wave rolled up, on the other side it would hide,
The sails were down, the bare masts stood high,
The sun was sinking, the Master painting His Masterpiece on the sky.
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