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Gone Fishin'

Tales from the riverbank deftly spun in kingfisher shades and daybreak red, they whisper of the beloved one in the babbling current watershed. Their prayers and praise solidify in heads that knew humanity, the love and strength will never die in safely harboured memory. He would always hunt the holy grail of family virtue and esteem, and love he captured to avail, integral to his reverent dream. No more he breathes this blessed air, yet bides with knowing that one day, all those he loved will join him there: gone fishin' somewhere down the way...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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