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Night Salmon

Fought and few to taste this sea of wonder
Ports and calls to forest-see
The fry and his future are low
In scenes of magic upon this man
Fitting mountain roams and to the true North-
A fib world and early sign-
of better rosted fib for cover
And only this whole year to see the Wonder Isle
And smolts taking off to browse-
the intermittent thanks insipid to involved-
A war for gentry palace and call
This reef a sign of great espouse of inter-water shine
The hope of Nation’s heart to begin and lose and see again
Escape against the proxy roam
And Heaven making waves
For sheltered slander foeing few-
but making Salmon rain and safe
A porous watch to be the wild
And best among the draining sound
To hemorrhage litany but of walrus
Picking tables in fashion time
To be a star
Implanting few
And doors to aether calling
Survival People and in this mode calling other
Underway-
Of boots to browse the part of nine
And night is in her apathy-
yet seeing share and self to worth
A miniature and his size to not impart love
And dameing his witness of shore and plenty
Across the beam of dark
Emitting light to proper shore
And elvers ‘tect the reason near
For fish to gaze t’ward Heaven-
Thousand sign to this remark
The stable in three years-
In apogee of Heaven bliss
For forty marks a splitting
And thinking rouse to all in time
The shallow and its Salmon