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Alfred Goes Fishing

Alfred out fishing Alfred, the pianist, who insists he is not my father, And I went out fishing caught a few when I gutted one of them We discovered a ring that Alfred said he had given to my mother Olga In Ankara before the war. It was an expensive ring – Gold was cheap back then- and it fitted his middle finger. We didn't feel like eating fish after that, and I gave them to an elderly seal resting on a sandbank, it lived on what other seals gave it. When my father Alfred was very old, he gave me a ring to give Olga my mother that refused to believe I was her son; she had never seen the ring before and refused to take it, so I gave it back to the sea and the forgotten tragedy of someone drowning alone; mind it is rare that someone holds the hand of the ones who drown.

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