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Buddies of Fish

Weather looked upon not contemplating Shores forgot, wisped away to beaches anew This place that place, sea of blue Set close not too far voices in the wind here we are Rods set tall and straight here it is we will wait Lines tightened, rods a bent fresh bait with old scent Slicks rolling in crests of waves Just beyond a bubbling fish raves Set the hook reel the line Buddies of fish it's dinnertime

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Date: 7/19/2017 4:12:00 AM
Hi! I hope you like it here - they have been very nice to me - I like the last line - i like fish too...
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Date: 7/9/2017 12:30:00 PM
Poor fish! That last line made me smile :) well written poem. Welcome to PoetrySoup.
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