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The Boy

The boy stood on the burning deck
stomping his feet like mad.
Earlier he'd put a cigarette butt out
but no-one else had.

'Why, oh why on earth do ducks have such big broad flat feet? '
he asked,
'Why and wherefore do they do? '
'Why? ', wisely said his mother,
'for stomping out the burning decks

like good little sailor boys do.'
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