Hows the fishing going? I'll be heading out tommorow again. Hope I can post here without everything i say getting deleted.
And your wise men don't know, how it feeels, to be Thick, as a Brick.
Snot is running down his nose
greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.
The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
