the sky...
Oh, and blue jeans! :-)
2006-11-12 04:59:14
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answer #1
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answered by misery 7
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the sea Barry Cornwall (1787–1874) the sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the clean, the ever loose! without a mark, without a certain, It runneth the earth’s extensive areas around; It performs with the clouds; it mocks the skies; 5 Or like a cradled creature lies. I ’m on the sea! I ’m on the sea! i'm the place i'd ever be; With the blue above, and the blue under, And silence wheresoe’er i bypass; 10 If a hurricane could come and conscious the deep, What remember? I shall holiday and sleep. i like, O, how i like to holiday on the fierce, foaming, bursting tide, whilst each mad wave drowns the moon 15 Or whistles aloft his tempest track, And tells how goeth the international under, And why the sou’west blasts do blow. I in no way replaced into on the uninteresting, tame shore, yet I lov’d the super sea further and further, 20 And backwards flew to her billowy breast, Like a fowl that seeketh its mom’s nest; And a mom she replaced into, and is, to me; For i replaced into born on the open sea! The waves have been white, and purple the morn, 25 interior the noisy hour whilst i replaced into born; And the whale it whistled, the porpoise roll’d, And the dolphins bared their backs of gold; and in no way replaced into heard such an outcry wild As welcom’d to existence the sea-baby! 30 I ’ve liv’d considering then, in calm and strife, complete fifty summers, a sailor’s existence, With wealth to spend and a ability to variety, yet in no way have sought nor sighed for substitute; And demise, on each occasion he includes me, 35 Shall come on the wild, unbounded sea!
2016-12-10 07:48:06
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answer #2
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answered by Anonymous
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The sky on a clear, sunny day. :)
2006-11-12 05:01:53
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answer #9
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answered by Stryker 5
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