In the wrong time
(It was meant to be
Maybe, a long time ago in some other place.)
He knew
That he must for sanctity
Casting his reel of love into the dark sea
Calm against the waves in his little vessel
Roughing it-wet and hungry
Nothing he wanted ever was caught
And there, here look at the map, he said to himself
I am suppose...
With my reel, my reel of love
He waited and weathered storms and squalls
Casting it high and low, deep, shallow and all
...He sighed and for the thousandth time
Snapped his wrist and let go
his reel of love.
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