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Subject: Re: Allen Hunt Author: John Kenney [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 16:59:39 10/11/06 Wed In reply to: John Kenney 's message, "Re: Allen Hunt" on 16:47:56 10/11/06 Wed I mused one night there once was a small boat floating on the forever sea bobbing up and down.....seemingly forever it had become the way the days went one after the other....each day the same early on....hope of land was strong early on.....hope itself was the wind that blew into the sails but as the days became weeks and the weeks months although the sails were filled they were wandering breezes sometimes to the left....sometimes to the right then direction as well as time were lost bobbing and bobbing...day after day this simply was how life was..... the storms came and went...and really storms became a welcomed turn of events something to struggle with....the calm days were the worst even the bobbing ceased... one day....a bird, then two, then more but birds had come before don't hope....it hurts too much don't wish....it turns the sails still but this day...the birds seemed endless then it was there.....a cove, a shelter, a home and when enough time passed and the cove was even closer the little boat dared to believe that maybe just maybe there was a chance sailing in....amazed that on all sides....firm land was apparent anchor finally dropped the little boat finally slept the last words spoken if this is a dream......don't shake me awake J.T.Kenney [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Re: Allen Hunt nancy 19:44:37 10/11/06 Wed Re: Allen Hunt John Kenney 20:15:17 10/11/06 Wed