Best Undersized Poems

The dawn was approaching, not a breath of air blew,
And the bass should be bitin', at the edge of the slough.

I gathered my tackle and shoved in the boat,
Not knowing whether, the blamed thing would float.

A pull on the kicker, got old Betsy churnin',
To the...

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Always the last to release his spoon,
Still thinking it rather soon
Or hand in the kitchen’s key,
Now letting the poor thing feel free!

The Unlikeliest to pity his jaw muscles,
In all restaurants, a piece of eternal puzzle;
Clearly prematurely visiting the pot
To pointedly pounce on it on the...

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