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Mar 2015
His hands were rough
He was strong
His face was dark of complexion
He knew what fish the People liked
He worked hard every day
He spent his day at the SEA
And nights with FRIENDS
They Called Him 'THE GUY WHO LOVED FISHING

HE is None Other Than "Yiankos 'The Fisherman'"
This was my First poem
Written by
Aasim Le Roux
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