<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Upbeat Fishy Tale Scaled Down - 0093 - Current version after Bryan Waller Procter Pre-Existence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sit beside cool spring with wish<br>I sported silver tail, <br>so up life's stream trend trail could swish, <br>sunlight on each bright scale, <br>till by some bay wise school of fish<br>might sight trap trawler's trail, <br>which, followed, must tense anguish net, <br>woe to temptation's sail! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life floods in waves, in waves ebbs, keeps<br>ups, downs, and roundabouts, <br>some, salmon, leap, from most no peeps<br>are heard while groans own doubts, <br>Rise steep precedes descent to deeps, <br>what soul convention flouts? <br>Today here, gone tomorrow, creeps<br>on petty pace till routs<br>rounds bend at end, race chase asleep, <br>deceptions all found out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who would provide a dish delish<br>one morn at market sale, <br>fed as fritters - perish first<br>scales weighed upon some scale, <br>no dawn to spawn or to cherish? <br>One blubbers like a whale.<br>the thought sends shivers, feverish, <br>unsure from shore turn tail, <br>such crass ambitions vanish swift<br>here's best to leave grieve tale! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(3 April 2009)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426230" data-title="Upbeat Fishy Tale Scaled Down - 0093 - Current version after Bryan Waller Procter Pre-Existence de Jonathan Robin" data-description="I sit beside cool spring with wish I sported silver tail, so up life's stream trend trail could swish, sunlight on each bright scale, till by some bay wise school of fish might sight trap trawler's trail, which, followed, must tense anguish ne..."></div> </div> </div>

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