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Tuna Sky

 

When 

The sky

Is tuna,

The smuggler's

Mind climbs

Staircase of

Cigarette smoke,

Into 

The imbecile's

Fishing village...


Submitted: January 15, 2022

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88 fingers

In the evening when the setting sun makes the sky pink, salmon is the thing.

Sat, January 15th, 2022 10:56pm

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Just take your fishing rod and aim it at the sky 88!

Sat, January 15th, 2022 3:22pm

Bert Broomberg

Great one again, Tom.

Sun, January 16th, 2022 4:04pm

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Thanks Bert, though I think it’s a bit fishy...

Sun, January 16th, 2022 3:06pm

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