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BRING POTABLE WATER
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Our little boats are lined up bravely on the shore
The shining sea laps gently near the bow
We are the microfleet of intrepid explorers
Who must set off on the surface of this new day
After observing and calculating conditions -
Dark clouds or shining sun
Gale force winds or a gentle breeze
We can't stay on the shore, we must push off
Into the unknown, our little flotillion
Of sojourners.
Our fortunes lie in the distance between this morning
And the sun setting near the horizon
So, hoist your pretty sails or grab the oars me hearties
And with the next rise of the breeze
Let's launch.
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