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Ballad Of The Long-Legged Bait

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The bows glided down, and the coast
Blackened with birds took a last look
At his thrashing hair and whale-blue eye;
The trodden town rang its cobbles for luck.

Then good-bye to the fishermanned
Boat with its anchor free and fast
As a bird hooking over the sea,
High and dry by the top of the mast,

Whispered the affectionate sand
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine oit

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Brian Flaherty 21 February 2012

Truly one of the great poems of our time - containing the following immortal stanza. Time is bearing another son. Kill Time! She turns in her pain! The oak is felled in the acorn And the hawk in the egg kills the wren. Blew me away 30 years ago and just as powerful now! Reminds me of that other great line! Best was to never have been born at all! Wandering around in Samsara can be such a drag!

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