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Marianne's Friday soup

On this ship there is no Saturday, there are yards to tighten,

No Sunday, dawn enough to enlighten,

No Monday, the West wind blows,

No Tuesday, the setting sun glows

No Wednesday, there are sails to haul

No Thursday, the whales will call

But on this ship there is a Friday, a seven day loop

On Friday, we have Friday soup.

Written by:
Roger Davies | Voyage crew



Sounds delightfully jammy!! In other words delicious. Mother Nature is the best chef ever!

Jacqueline   |  13-12-2017 02:59 uur

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