I Am a Salty Sailor

I am a salty sailor,the water is where I roam;when they tell me it’s time to go,I must leave my family and my home. My face is tan and weathered,yes, there are whiskers on my face;but the water, I know she cares not,as she carries me place to place. The water she always beckons,as IContinue reading “I Am a Salty Sailor”

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