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Fishermen

The brine and rot of a fishing ship Is smelt a hundred yards from shore The scurvy laughs of the mates aboard A thousand yards or more.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 9/5/2011 10:27:00 AM
I'm so there. though this poem does not stink itself. It smells good.
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