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I've
made a ship of dreams and such,
It's a beauty of a boat
Its beams are made of Aspen leaves
I've seen how well they float
Its sails are made of thistle down which
Blows nicely on the breeze
It's stuck together with the stuff of dreams
And will make my life of ease
I'm going to sail it 'round the world
At least a time or two
To meet my unknown brothers,
I know I've quite a few
To meet my brand new brothers
I'll stop at every isle
And I'll stay until I know them all
And that may take a while
I'm going to hug my every friend
'Til my hugs are short supplied
Then I'll have to stop another place
To restock on hugs yet tried
Every new friend I will store away
In a recess of my mind
And I'll remember centuries later
Every face, each smile, each kind
I'll be grateful to Jehovah
For each new friend I've met
And I'll thank him ever more and more
For the old friends I have yet.
©1999 Wallace Agy
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