Fishing With My Father
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By the bulrushes,
Where darting blue dragonflies
Flit like neon sparks,
Hover flies pause and patrol,
In the drunken summers haze,
We sat fishing by the lake.
Copyright © Mike Miller | Year Posted 2018
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