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I am a fisherman that was banned from your sea

Commercial boats and money green

Was something I couldn’t promise to you, see

I am but a commoner, a discrepancy in mud

But I applaud your engagement, and your profit of love

To bid your farewell would be histrionic, I know

Because you will forever breathe in my works that I bestow

Upon my little black book, and my bitten off pen

The leaves that fly when I meditate in Zen

And the library halls of neglected books

You hesitated on Emily Dickinson, but only took

One second to choose William McGonagall

But to criticize, would be shameful, I agree

So, when I go back for my eyes to drink the sea

I promise you stand last on the thoughts of my brain

But I oath that you will always stand first when I begin to rain.