This poem was inspired by an old girlfriend that made me choose between the boat and her. She decided I could have both after I made my decision. I decided I only needed one after the ultimatum.
I still make my living during the winter with that old boat and I still love that old boat.
Don't forget to tell me what a piece of shit I am for not writing this poem about our sex life. lol
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alone-
fishing so bad
can't hire a crew
times so tough
barely survive
sea so rough
barely afloat
long hard days
not wasted on her
