Rhymes of My Times
Monday, February 10, 2014
Classic Seafood Differently
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Off-course sailors became sore afraid
Hearing mermaid’s laugh, splash, serenade.
Foggy night, lost, they drifted—
Next morn, when it lifted,
On rocks they were found well-filleted.
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