The fishers sat on
the old jetty wall
A cynical smile
sinister, snide
The wondrous delight
of the old fishy tale
Now once again
stinky and swale
A curse or delight
to share separate
Always tonight
always to fail
And recognition
once partition
Now once more what it was
is and can be.
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