Hovering silently waiting for its prey,
Fours fifths under water and painted dark grey.
To the fisherman it bobs up and down in the swell
With its red tip, a miniature liberty bell.
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Hovering silently, the under water is painted with greasy colour. The float bobs in the water and wind blows with breeze. But the fish are too cleaver as have seen the float earlier. An excellent poem is beautifully penned.10
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Hovering silently, the under water is painted with greasy colour. The float bobs in the water and wind blows with breeze. But the fish are too cleaver as have seen the float earlier. An excellent poem is beautifully penned.10