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The Bass (96)
Lagoon and aqua English blue.
Midget white horses roll with silver eyes.
Their hooves curling forward then crash,
as the surf storms in yards behind.
Tremors invade the sandbanks and gullies,
as the slack creeps in before.
This is the world of the sea perch.
The bass. Striking hard and hitting fast.
Armoured in silver and streaking shine,
as he terrorises the r...
Thursday 12th November 2015 9:26 pm
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