He took his bait and ran with it.
He decided next what to do with it.
And In his haste; he lost his place,
his bate got free, and lucky me, because now I can see his epitome.

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Submitted: Mar 16, 2008 Reads: 30 Comments: 1 Likes: 1
He took his bait and ran with it.
He decided next what to do with it.
And In his haste; he lost his place,
his bate got free, and lucky me, because now I can see his epitome.
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I like it Bookster! Reminds us how we can learn from the experiences of others as well as from our own.
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Posted: Mar 16, 2008
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