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    Del "Abe" Jones
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    A boat of sail can tell a tale of hopes and thoughts and schemes of all the work and the sad quirk that could end all the dreams. The trip at last, did come to pass But Now there is doubt of its worth, it appears. Maybe She knows an ill wind blows it wasn't meant to be She has a fear, leaving the pier of heading out to sea.

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    A boat of sail can tell a tale of hopes and thoughts and schemes of all the work and the sad quirk that could end all the dreams. The trip at last, did come to pass But Now there is doubt of its worth, it appears. Maybe She knows an ill wind blows it wasn't meant to be She has a fear, leaving the pier of heading out to sea.

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    Mollie

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    Del "Abe" Jones
    A boat of sail can tell a tale of hopes and thoughts and schemes of all the work and the sad quirk that could end all the dreams. The trip at last, did come to pass But Now there is doubt of its worth, it appears. Maybe She knows an ill wind blows it wasn't meant to be She has a fear, leaving the pier of heading out to sea.

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    Mollie's Folly A boat of sail can tell a tale Of hopes and thoughts and schemes Of all the work

    and the sad quirk That could end all the dreams. The trip at last, did come to pass After all those long, hard years Of doing without. Now there is doubt Of its worth, it appears. Seems before long, that all went wrong -Including the weather Three hundred miles, toward the Isles Could more bad luck occur? Maybe She knows an ill wind blows It wasn't meant to be She has a fear, leaving the pier Of heading out to sea. Red skied morning -- sailor's warning -One that you must heed Be sure Her shape is all shipshape If you plan to proceed. For I worry in your hurry You'll leave something to chance. Just one small thing -- that it could bring Some sort of mischance. I hope all's well and your trip's swell And all your dreams come true And as you ride out on the tide I wish good luck for you. Del Abe Jones 80s

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