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Mounch Poems - Poems about Mounch


Fishing With My Pa
...The sun squeaks over the horizon, the night falls and day arises. And like a young child I was once before I held my papa's hand and head for the door. Ready- to grasp the slimy worms in the ......

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Categories: mounch, childhood, father, nature, night,
Form: Couplet

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