This boat

My dear Eleanor 
Before I hit the floor
I want to tell you more
Don't go onto shore
It's going to be a bore
I stand here at the door
Meaning it from my core
Don't go onto shore 
Your feet will get so sore
Sand in every pore
Don't go onto shore
We will ride til four
And your not sure
It does have a lure
But this boat is the cure 

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