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Gone Fishing Under A Shrouded Cloud
Lady Annie Brassey
Perchance, went fly fishing
For flying fish
With a different kind of fishnet.
Sadly
Constance, was not constant
A crowded yacht
Somehow, now seemed empty
Tears to weep
Into the oceans deep
As the Sunbeams rays
Became shrouded
by Jemia
Perchance, went fly fishing
For flying fish
With a different kind of fishnet.
Sadly
Constance, was not constant
A crowded yacht
Somehow, now seemed empty
Tears to weep
Into the oceans deep
As the Sunbeams rays
Became shrouded
by Jemia
Published 13th May 2021
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