In all the seven long yearsof fishing for the salmonof knowledge, Finn,each time I tugged your line,you threw me back in,my silver-scaled tail shimmering,pert breasts pearled with water.You had no idea what you were missing. Years passed, I dived and swam,and eventually you snagged the salmon,gave it to your servant, Fionn,with strict instructions: cook it, […]
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