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Barnacle
Forrest Cole
days amongst
pinch crabs
fingers, words
perhaps mis
as waves
our seats
all day
of string
live bait
caught Grandma
walk home
mini marsh
over a candle. |
the rocks
between small
become lost
placed
wash over
we fish
a spool
a hook
nothing
and I
to roast
mallows
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