channel is long and wide
where fishes rest and hide
crab baskets lay in bottom
tempting crabs to come home
line and sinkers break waves
full of baits; hunger craves
sailboat passing me by slowly
as wakes turns ripples to me
good folks wave their hands
i reciprocate with sweet smile
while i wait for fish to bite
enjoying singing of flying birds
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