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Sitting on the beach at Mt. Dora on a beautiful Florida day I enjoy the sites and sounds of all the skiffs screaming by in the distance.....
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As I sit, I look left down the beach... then, I look towards the right. |
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Seeing all the boys with their toys... It finally hits me! |
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Where ever there are engines and men, it's bound to happen... |
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Their butts stick up out of the engine compartments, cockpits and other areas!
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They come from all over the US... Connecticut, Maryland, and Tennessee to name a few... |
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They also come in many shapes and sizes... Big ones, little ones, hard ones, |
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and even soft ones too... |
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They appear to be focused...
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On refueling and checking systems. |
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But still, they search... |
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Some by committee... |
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Others by Chairman of the Board |
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Some from the inside out, |
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and others from the outside in! |
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From stem to stern they keep popping up at every turn, |
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even when I return home...still the inevitable stern. Go figure. |