Author Peter H. Lee Middle- and small-sized needles dropped in the midst of the sea.They say with a foot-long pole a dozen boatmen hooked the eye of every needle and pulled them up.Love, my love, don't swallow everything you hear when they tell you a hundred tales. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments