-jon moore
Crab pots
Roadside
Dockside
Goin’ for a ride
Glass pane
Laying on
Bo lagoon
Ripples gone
Sun’s amiss
Behind pillows soft
High above
The city’s loft
Tides a-churn
It’s churn’s turn
Washing sloshing
‘neath burrowed ferns
One lone boarder
Floats across
From Bo to Stin
Sailing albatross
-Right here today on the Bo Bay
Love your radio show Andrew, Jess, Aimee and Dave!
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