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As a kid (I grew up and still live in a small harbour town - in fact my bedroom window now overlooks the harbour) everyone used to fish.
Generally it was off the end of the harbour arm. I've not gone for years, but used to love the timeless urgency of it.
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Overhead, the Albatross hangs motionless upon the air,
And deep beneath the rolling waves,
In labyrinths of Coral Caves,
The Echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand;
And everthing is Green and Submarine
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