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Its the day after Christmas and all through the house not a creature has wakened not even the mouse. The wrapping is strewn like a winters fresh snow and the ornaments hang on the tree "O" so low. Moms still in bed and the wife's not awake so its ever so silent like a clear placid lake. Soon they'll arise and breakfast will cook whill I sit on the sofa just reading my book. The sales are all on and the money they'll spend as for me back to work to the whip I must bend. Soon it will be the eve of 03 a new year for us bringing "WHAT" we will see. It's back to the grind and toil I must till next winter comes or we'll all soon go bust. I don't mind it so much as it's a labor of love cause the reasons you see are all listed above. My reason you see as I send you the mail is plainly just this I'll be able to sail. On the waters of that calm placid lake Ill get out and sail and make my own wake. I'll tack and I'll jibe as I fly cross the bay with hopes in my mind that some day I'll say. Enough of this work I'm not watching the clock I'll be sailing you see I'm off to the dock. So happy am I as they leave for the store cause I'm off to the boat I'm out of the door. For sailing to me means a whole different thing the wind is all free and won't cost a think.
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