Well Led Food Fed-
Where is the clear clouds
As the storms has set
Where is the stormy shores
The lands are now wet
All tunas view warm clearing the whales
Those dibbles swiftly, calmly, quietly they race
As the seas roughly endurance efforts swims
So desolation death has come upon
the smaller fish for they have been eaten
By those the whales that have lead now been fed
12/8/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
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