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I am working on a project. It will involve a large barn type building where people can dump their discarted, usless junk. Then I will open it up to kids to come and play. The only thing they can bring is thinking caps and their imagimation. There will be contest to get the jucies flowing. Possibly a kids commity to set some rules etc. I am worried about liability.
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The hull is chipped and slivered.
The rudder's almost gone.
The sail is worn and ragged,
There's no mast to hoist it on
It didn't really matter
that it didn't float quite right.
While it’s laying on my pillow
in the dark of night.
It is shaped a little funny.
It didn't steer quite straight.
It isn't real fancy,
it was made for hauling freight
Take all the bright and shiny toys,
the kind you buy in stores.
Just let me keep my wooden boat;
it hasn't any oars.
We took a load of gold aboard,
from each pirate ship we sank.
We saved the maidens from their fate,
the black hearts walked the plank.
Adventure came on every tack
and many a storm we rode,
and beat the tides and every shoal,
'til we anchored to unload.
It 's only just four inches long,
but sturdy as can be.
It served me well and served me long
on every seven sea.
I hope that where my daddy is,
there's a block of wood around
and oil to keep his jack knife sharp
And a stone to hone it on.
I hope there is a little boy
who's watching happily.
'cause Dad was always at his best
when making things for me.
I hold it now that I am grown,
I hold it tenderly,
I hold it dear, this little boat,
my daddy carved for me.
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Vic Johnson
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