Poem -
Wis
At the beginning of the rain storm
The oldest of the fishermen shouted
"Come ...come get....come"
Then he sat back in his chair
Smoking a joint and with a smile
He fell asleep...old
The fishes kept jumping and dancing
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Island.....style......