Monday, April 12, 2010
The Fisher’s Boy Comments
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MY life is like a stroll upon the beach,
As near the ocean’s edge as I can go;
My tardy steps its waves sometimes o’erreach,
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7/22/2025 11:56:54 AM # 1.0.0
The middle sea contains no crimson dulse, Its deeper waves cast up no pearls to view; Along the shore my hand is on its pulse, And I converse with many a shipwrecked crew. talking with those who are dead and went off and down the sea.. very fine poem. t ony