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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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