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By Jack Joseph Smith
The Big Hunk
As catching as you can be caught by the sea
I’d bee out and beyond the pay, but this
time I would not be Jesus and walk across it
I would not turn and walk back to village
This sur-up I decided to stay on the dock
Cod is one thing, the madness of crab is another
Lights dimed with the slightest of the
Moon and sun in overcast glaring you