The humble fisherman,
Trying to make a living.
The trawlers haul in their nets.
The seagulls take whatever is left.
But alas he waits, rod in hand,
For that one small bite that makes it all worthwhile.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 11:16 AM UTC
The humble fisherman,
Trying to make a living.
The trawlers haul in their nets.
The seagulls take whatever is left.
But alas he waits, rod in hand,
For that one small bite that makes it all worthwhile.
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