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12/8/2007

Three kinds of sailors

We slowed and we stopped: We were stuck.
But then came a bit of good luck.
With some help from me,
The tide set us free,
And now we’re in water, not muck.

What are the three kinds of sailors? Those who have gone aground, those who will go aground, and those who lie about it.

— meps
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