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Night Salmon

Fought and few to taste this sea of wonder Ports and calls to forest-see The fry and his future are low In scenes of magic upon this man Fitting mountain roams and to the true North- A fib world and early sign- of better rosted fib for cover And only this whole year to see the Wonder Isle And smolts taking off to browse- the intermittent thanks insipid to involved- A war for gentry palace and call This reef a sign of great espouse of inter-water shine The hope of Nation’s heart to begin and lose and see again Escape against the proxy roam And Heaven making waves For sheltered slander foeing few- but making Salmon rain and safe A porous watch to be the wild And best among the draining sound To hemorrhage litany but of walrus Picking tables in fashion time To be a star Implanting few And doors to aether calling Survival People and in this mode calling other Underway- Of boots to browse the part of nine And night is in her apathy- yet seeing share and self to worth A miniature and his size to not impart love And dameing his witness of shore and plenty Across the beam of dark Emitting light to proper shore And elvers ‘tect the reason near For fish to gaze t’ward Heaven- Thousand sign to this remark The stable in three years- In apogee of Heaven bliss For forty marks a splitting And thinking rouse to all in time The shallow and its Salmon