Eight Going On Nine
morning is the best time
my big brother used to say
wanna catch the big ones
start early in the day
fishing pole in hand
a sunny cotton top
waiting for the cork to pop
a perfect day, idled away
side by side
my brother and I
stringer nearly full
biggest one mine
proudly shown off to mom
when your eight going on nine
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