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smoking up the break the call goes in
fisheries gone coast is clear tip the wink
we're cooking up tonight tit warm poly bags
hot turning pan cutting shoulder hoisted

net sack the hopper wrenches joints shoulder
balanced slit the neck salve the cuts
in gas dried wash residue dawn up

at two spliff soothed the gunnel laden
sally ann splits tircolour black
slips alongside to make quick shore up

cook down raking sweating
we cook bag and away by morning
back pocket stuffed and knackered

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the nylon cuts your hands the shells cut the cuts
the residue wash heals 'em up before the bag is slit
runnign down the midriff dry before the belt
from the heat of the burners on the pans

up here on the bank winter and summer
is all one wet all one dry all one with the night
black river and black framed sky vince is on the hopper

he really likes the job it suits him I watch the orange tongues
as seeds part curling in the heat