
Our dearest fisher friend, fallen from land under cumulus,
Shall, in this bed, be honoured under a seafloor tumulus—
For he unlittered synthetic dangers with focused purpose
So that all could be free—from stars of sea to pods of porpoise. ; )

Our dearest fisher friend, fallen from land under cumulus,
Shall, in this bed, be honoured under a seafloor tumulus—
For he unlittered synthetic dangers with focused purpose
So that all could be free—from stars of sea to pods of porpoise. ; )
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