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CONFESSIONS OF A HOOKER

Poem by: moonphish

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secrets of the trade

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Submitted: March 23, 2013

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it is not a hit or miss thing
it is science, cold and pure
with nothing left to chance
it is a dance in which you lure

you must know your target's weakness
you must learn just when to strike
and when its time to act
it's poise and tact that's used alike

there is always risk of failure
but the odds are fairly strong
when dies are finally cast
the victims last not very long

we don't like when things get crowded
yes, we need some room to spare
for when it's time to fetch
we like to stretch out everywhere

though the struggle is exciting
still the hunt's our fondest wish
so to the lake i'll run
for it is fun to hook a fish

 


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