Poem: Hobby.

By on November 28th, 2010

Hobby.

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Such oily looking water

With hardly a ripple

Except from a coarse fisherman,

Crouched upon green nylon

Oblivious to the smell

Or the trolley wheel island,

Or perhaps just immune

And going through the motions.

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