Northern Scales

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                                              frosted mustaches----
                                        ICE blanketing miles of lake
                                              drilling fishing holes







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Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Loveless Avatar
June 10, 2010 at 10:52 AM
Please get as many people as possible to read Hush Missing Child <3
Cwiak Avatar
May 18, 2010 at 9:28 PM
I've never been ice fishing...sounds cold! Nicely done for the miles of lakes. Dan C ps. What happened to your contest on the shoes? Did it end? I really had to think about that one, and then something came to me. Now I can't find your contest...
Freeman Avatar
May 16, 2010 at 12:10 PM
Thanks Abe for your gracefull comment, and Awesome luck to you with this worthy presentation. Agape, Moses
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May 16, 2010 at 7:07 AM
Wonderful use of imagery. Captured the voracity of those that venture out on a lake in -20 weather to drop a line in the water. Of course most have stoves to keep them warm. Well done. Good luck in the contest. Karen
Moreno Avatar
May 15, 2010 at 11:40 AM
Nice work on the Seasonal word, best of luck in the contest...Raul
Richards Avatar
May 15, 2010 at 6:52 AM
Thanks ....but no thanks!! I think I'll stay home by a warm fire, and drink hot chocolate....however, I'll be glad to cook the fish you catch!! LOL !!
Chircop Avatar
May 15, 2010 at 5:01 AM
Awesome poetry,those mustache did it all,lol. .Charma
Sweetheart Avatar
May 14, 2010 at 7:57 PM
Cool write Abe ..good luck in the new Haiku contest.. funny first line .. enjoyed ..with luv from the "Sweetheart"
Devonshire Avatar
May 14, 2010 at 7:47 PM
Now that's a unique and creative winter scene. Always did want to try the ice fishing, Abe, but was afraid my mustache might get frosted. LOL Love, Carolyn
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May 14, 2010 at 7:44 PM
I see them now. All huddled round the holes in the ice...good one Abe...Margaret
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