Gigged Poems - Poems about Gigged

...I recall my southern reared grandmother Telling how good frog legs are to eat Tastes a lot like chicken Can be quite a treat She sent me down to the farm pond To fetch some frogs to fry With gig in ......

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...when I was young, my first boat was a whailer going fishing to fripp hauling it by trailer I stopped at Island Plaza, my boat I was a gassing then the Gulla man asked me, while in passing "youd......

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