White Fish Dance
through years of trials,
and much happenstance;
all borders are broken,
where the Whitefish dance...
Not certain if its ritual;
not certain it is passed,
or if its by chance ;
though the Whitefish,
continues to dance....
is it the current;
or temperature hange;
or how they take a chance ,
no matter how the Whitefish dance....
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