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Lazy Afternoon

There is no space between the horizon and the ocean Birds follow boats in a lazy circular motion  It is a lazy hazy Saturday afternoon Topped by a peeping premature quarter moon   Idle fishermen sit and curse their fate The striper run is getting precariously late Boats chug back and forth in search of signs Willing fish to hook up with trawling lines

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