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Hunter

Hunter Ears are prone on the ground To catch vermin's motion sound. Up empty skies, eyes are cast- In the dark sea they're steadfast . On the veld, the long nose, Trails to catch a whiff while close. * Writers are a Natural Hunter Of Gist and not the blind punter. Fishing Gist in the deeper wild With Guts is his or her brainchild. Sometimes, the hunt of the day Bestows Hunter no bag to flay!

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Date: 8/23/2013 2:16:00 AM
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