Out To Sea
Author: Don Fraser


When I go out to sea,
There is no one there,
But me.

I sail this boat alone,
On this boat,
There is no phone,

I love to feel the dew,
In the mornings,
That is true.

Every day I look forward for the next,
What I think,
Should be in text

Yes I am alone,
But that is why,
I don't use,
A phone.


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