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A poem that's not really about fishing.
Submitted:Nov 26, 2012 Reads: 20 Comments: 1 Likes: 1
Casting out my best lure
on a fishing line
Reeling it back again
Hoping for a bite this time.
I don’t want to catch the fish
I want to lose the bait
But the fish don’t seem to like my lure
I guess I will just wait.
Eventually I’ll get one bite
And that one will be the thinker
Because when someone takes the bait
They’ll fall for me hook, line and sinker.
©2012 Alex Hicks
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