Anthony Di'anno (Yorkshire)
Deep Sea Fishing Near A Lunar Cycle.
Her waters lay black and broody,
mean and moody,
So he set his bait,
and tempting fate,
cast 'my dear what ever can be wrong? '
only to snag a list eight foot long,
He was fishing for her fears unmasked,
and promptly wished he'd never asked.
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