November 28, 2007
I sigh as I scoop up
Another load of helpless fish
I shiver with their screams
Yearn to fulfill their dreams.

Alas, I have no choice
I try to riggle out of reach
But I just cannot breach
The grasp of the boat.

I cry at this job
Sent millions of fish to death
Now they are all out of breath
And there is nothing I can do.

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