extreme beastiality

Well its been a fun few weeks, but I have come back around to my sea rotation once more. I will be gone for the next month sailing around the Gulf taking water samples. Don't forget me and hopefully I will have some new stories for you when I return. I'll be leaving you with one of my poems a bit off topic, but a strong insight into my life.

Love Luck and Lollipops

Julie

The Song of the Sea
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Where the sea does spread her arms of blue,
and old salt saliors pay thier dues.

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Where the ancient mariner lies in rest,
and the albatross will build her nest.
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Where songs are born of tragedy,

and kings do lose thier majesty.
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Here is where my heart lies fond.
Here is where my soul belongs.
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Here is where I long to be,
laid to rest beneath the sea.
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When my song is sung at last.
the ending horn does blow its blast.

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When my time has filtered thru,
this old cracked glass of paler hue.
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When darkness falls upon this stage,

and some do say I was a sage.
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Know in thy heart this not to be.
Just recall..
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She loved the sea.