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- Oh Silver salmon far from
your native Pacific;
- You live a meager,
cultured existence in the lake called
Michigan;
- Yet you leap, frolic, and
lark about;
- Your adopted home is the
creek of Thompson
- and the shores of
Driftwood;
- Your only friends are the
Eagle, Osprey, and Bill;
- And all they ask is to
have you for dinner;
- 'Tis no wonder that you
are the vanishing, lonesome
Coho.
---
W.J. Mallory,
©1997
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