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King Salmon

Fiercely flipping his tiller tail The king’s snout turns to point the way To lead kin from a briny bay Up a rustic roiling river Of flowing falls, rough rocks, and banks Lined with greeting eagles and bears Set to embrace with beaks and jaws. Traveling on a fasting diet The royal salmon swims upstream Seeking passage between the hills To reach rippling crystalline rills And fill an ancient deep-sea dream To find its childhood gravel bed On which at last to rest his head.

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Date: 9/8/2020 9:46:00 AM
Marvelous tale of a determined breed of fish, David. Congrats on a top win in Brian's contest. Majesty and Magnanimity, Gershon
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Date: 9/7/2020 4:50:00 PM
This is lovely David - and I hope the king eschews those embraces.
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