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[title] => Gavan O'Connell 15
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[bodytext] => “What’s to like about this boat”? Tolin gave him angry answer pounding his fist into an open hand.“This is not a boat, Paddy. This is a ship. A boat is something you row. We got some of them aboard the Copenhagen -rowboats. A ship is something you love like a woman. It has a soul, but you wouldn’t know anything about that. This here Copenhagen is saving your life and you’d best remember that.” “ Sure now. This is nothing but sticks and boards. It’s a floating thing that some men made. .I like my women with flesh and blood. I like a warm body taking away the chill from me on a cold morning." He began taking the foul weather gear off. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 214 [topic] => 21 [informant] => ramfire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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