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Vero Beach midnight

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All our friends start to yawn, start to tire, “Is it time to go home?” they inquire. In the Vero Beach scene, Nine o’clock seems to mean, “It is midnight, put out the bonfire.” It’s… Vero Beach midnight

A bird was heard

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“Oh, these masts are such pretty, tall things, I will sit here and dry off my wings,” But a cormorant’s big, When he sits on our rig, Unaware of the chaos he brings. We broke… A bird was heard

Say "cheese!"

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What we needed to fill was the role Of photographer: That was our goal Then along came a yacht And they took this fine shot Of our sails. Thank you, Traveling Soul!

Everyone loves our junk

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12-23-2012 UPDATE: The guest limericks just keep pouring in. Do you have one for us? 12-19-2012 UPDATE: Make that three guest limericks! Two guest limericks, from opposite corners of the USA, were inspired by the… Everyone loves our junk

Flutterby spreads her wings

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Though the weather was cloudy and gray, On the thirteenth, that red-letter day, All our friends round the world, Heard our sails were unfurled, And they joined us in shouting, “HOORAY!”