A narrowboats journey through repair, cruising, and other joys of the english waterways.
posted by MortimerBones at 3:17 PM
Or an icebreaker...but perhaps that type of ship couldn't fit down the canal!
You have enough hot air for a windmill tee hee
Ouch!
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Standing on the roof, with the wind in my hair, gulls cry I sigh, living it up here. The rain meanders along, soaking me to the bone, and ah, as I stand there... no longer alone.
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Or an icebreaker...but perhaps that type of ship couldn't fit down the canal!
You have enough hot air for a windmill tee hee
Ouch!
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