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An old pontoon boat, weathered and worn,
A testament to memories born,
Afloat on tranquil lake's embrace,
Its glory days a proud trace.
With peeling paint and creaky floors,
It's seen its share of summer shores,
With laughter, music, and delight,
Underneath the stars at night.
From fishing trips with grandpa's crew,
To lazy naps and barbecues,
The old pontoon boat holds stories true,
Of cherished times and friends anew.
Though time has left its marks, it's true,
With rust and cracks and splinters, too,
Its spirit lives on, strong and free,
A beacon of nostalgia's glee.
So let us raise a toast today,
To the old pontoon boat's display,
Of memories made and tales retold,
A treasure that will never grow old.