A Sailor Bold

By Annette Wynne Sometimes I think I’d like to roam,A sailor bold across the sea,But how could Mother stay at homeAnd be so very far from me? For who would sing my sleepy song,And tuck me in my sailor bed,And say God watches all night long,And kiss me when my prayers are said? I wonder…

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A Part of Me apart from Me

As you may remember, I am in Germany at the moment. I left my boat in Cuba for two weeks to take care of some important business. Despite being here for a week already, I am still suffering from the blunt culture shock. It is just a few days ago that I met with my…

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