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"I felt like a naughty superhero — teacher by day, temptress by night.

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sailing down my dirty stream still I love it and I'll keep the dream that some day, though maybe not this year my Hudson river, will once again run clear it starts high in the mountains of the north crystal clear and icy trickles forth with just a few floating wrappers of chewing gum dropped by some hikers to warn of things to come at glenns falls five thousand honest hands work at the consolidated paper plant five million gallons of waste a day why should we do it any other way down the valley one million toilet chains find my hudson so convenient a place to drain and each little city says 'who me, do you think that sewage plants come free' out in the ocean they say the water's clear but i, live right at beacon here halfway between the mountains and the sea tacking to and fro this thought returns to me sailing up my dirty stream still i love it and i'll dream that some day, though maybe not this year my hudson river and my country will run clear Get the embed code Pete Seeger - God Bless the Grass Album Lyrics1.

He had shown her raunchy OnlyFans page to someone on the school board, who had then alerted the principal.

" Nevertheless, he has shown some remorse and said that "part" of him "regrets the betrayal" due to the "embarrassment" he caused.

It was a chance she was willing to take due to the stream of compliments and positive reactions to her pictures.

The 106-foot-long Hudson River Sloop sailed from a Maine shipyard in the spring of 1969, traveling south to New York City and then north to its home on the Hudson — into waters whose bacterial concentrations were 170 times safe levels.

"I quickly got the hang of it and it was so lovely having my husband supporting me.

"Men absolutely drooled over them," she recalled.

In the 1990s and 2000s, when his voice cracked and weakened, he surrounded himself with singing schoolkids and kept playing.

When he died, at 94, he was championing an initiative to build on the Beacon waterfront reminiscent of the wooden swimming platforms that floated off Manhattan in the 1900s.

The tall-masted sloop was hard to ignore, and so were Pete and his banjo.