Sturgeon BayA Poem by Mike Michaels
Whitefish waiting
Nets seine He called it his home. Plied the lakes In steam. Dry docked there, Splices and knots. The Virgin In his prayers. Before Tosa, 36th Then Bay View.
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Added on August 5, 2023 Last Updated on August 5, 2023 Author
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