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'Red Herrick'
Is this an ask to cloak
The harbour locally
From fat of eel?
Is it to quit a dish
Official yet still to fill
The platter high with fish?
Is it to last an hour
Or rag'd to go?
Or slow
A trawlers hook
Or sour?
No 'tis at last
The dole
I am a piece of ish
With ever a hungry hole…
Is it too fast a life
With salty bait and fate
To navigate?
Too few
Our hearts leave bent
With oil and rust
And thus do leave our guts…
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