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3_Evil
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#31 Beitrag von 3_Evil » Mi Aug 01, 2007 12:16

Glücki hat geschrieben:
Soll ich dir nen Foto mitbringen???
Nöö, komm lieber in Uniform...... :twisted: :twisted:
"Das Auto geht nicht schlecht, könnte nur ein bißchen mehr Leistung vertragen..."
Mark Donohue, CanAm 1973, über seinen Porsche 917/30 (845 kg, 1100 PS, 0-300km/h in 11,3s).

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Glücki
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#32 Beitrag von Glücki » Mi Aug 01, 2007 12:55

@ pott
nee, nicht auf der Elbe - nur neben dem Elbe-Seiten-Kanal :wink:
Durch das weiße Hemd sagen manche schon Kapitän zu mir :lol:

@evil
nööö - mach ich nicht.
Hab schließlich Urlaub - Foto oder nichts!!! :]

Grüße an die gespaltenen Persönlichkeiten
Glücki
Jeder Mensch bereitet uns auf eine gewisse Art Vergnügen. Der Eine,
wenn er ein Zimmer betritt, der Andere, wenn er es wieder verläßt!

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#33 Beitrag von dickerpott » Mi Aug 01, 2007 13:31

Oh Käpt'n, mein Käpt'n......

im Original:

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up -- for you the flag is flung -- for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths -- for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes with object won:
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I walk with mournful tread,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Walt Whitman (1819-1892)



der Poett
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Hier könnte ein sinnvoller Satz stehen...

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#34 Beitrag von Fraro » Mi Aug 01, 2007 13:49

Captain, call the agent!

If your vessel enters port,
Call the agent
If your berth appears too short,
Call the agent.

If your ship wrecks on a mole,
If she is drifting towards a shoal
Or your tugs runs out of coal

Captain, call the agent!

If the doctor is too late,
Call the agent.
If your gangs all have to wait,
Call the agent.

If Immigration not appears,
And delay is what you fear,
If this costs you too much beer

Captain- call the agent !

If the Customs need more papers,
call the agent.
And your patience starts to vapor,
call the agent

If they keep you from your letter,
From your wife or even better
Those from Principals don't matter

Captain, all the agent!


If the Stevedore ruins your space,
Call the agent.
If you have your nerves to brace,
Call the agent.

If you have to stop for rain,
To wait for cargo all in vain,
And your gangs are idle again,

Captain, call the agent!

If you want to go ashore,
Call the agent.
To make some fun and maybe more,
Call the agent.

If the crew had been in fight
Or more water to be supplied,
Urgencies settled through the night,

Captain, all the agent!

If you got spilled over the deck,
Call the agent.
If the gangway has been wrecked,
Call the agent.

If the old man' s on a blink,
Or a draft falls in the drink,
If you have no time to think,

Captain, call the agent!

Yeah, that's who the fault-guy is,
It's the agent,
All the petty grieves are his,
Damn the agent,

And as that, the bloody ol' fool,
Remains to you a useless tool,
Thanks heaven, you are always cool,

Why not the agent?

(unbekannter Schiffsmakler (="agent"), der das Leben kannte)
Ein Frosch ohne Humor ist nur ein kleiner grüner Haufen!
(Kermit, 1976)

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