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By Jack Joseph Smith
Top Of The Line.
We do not think about the middle
We are concerned with the beginning
and the ending
Would it not be strange
how pleased I would be with
my young death
And when I am done with the bottom
of the sea and look like I am in
the middle then I will be scared
Yes let us see when we come up;
I guess when we come back,
family
Let us go and tack the jib,
climb the crows nest, be happy with the helm
Above the sea
To love
The best yoy can say
Speaking highly of one another