Vickie Hurtt - Thayer Poet Rhyme

Fish Tales

smells..,

sounds..,

my fishing pole drowns..,

sights..,

touch..,

never in a rush..,

throw..,

splash..,

got you at last..,

huge..,

trophy..,

my tale so phony..,

bread...

mustard..,

tonight's supper.., 

bologna.

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Darlene De Beaulieu September 23, 2018 at 5:20 PM Hello Vickie,this sounds like the fish fot away. Have a nice evening my friend.

Old Buck August 29, 2018 at 5:53 PM Vickie: I've been there but could not have put the experience in such clever form. thanks for sharing with all of us on the soup. oldbuck Vickie Hurtt - Thayer September 7, 2018 at 10:07 AM Thanks, BUCK!

Arturo Michael August 9, 2018 at 10:38 PM With a little something to drink... A suave write...All the best Vickie Hurtt - Thayer August 20, 2018 at 7:46 AM Thanks Friend!

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart August 9, 2018 at 9:52 PM Giggles! ;) xomo Vickie Hurtt - Thayer August 20, 2018 at 7:47 AM ...Thanks...(. Vickie Hurtt - Thayer August 20, 2018 at 7:47 AM