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Gone Fishing
Contributed by
dirk-velvet
on
Friday, 14th May 2010 @ 12:16:19 PM in AEST
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i remember
looking at the worms
lying in the
cool
moist
soil
even though
they weren't
below my feet
below the grass
they seemed
at home
in the white
styrofoam
cup
nothing was
really
out of place
until i sent
the steel barbed hook i held
through them
the movement of a worm
on a hook
should make you
sleepless
forever
i then cast
death
into the
black water
and waited for my
red and white
bobber
to bring me
more
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dirk-velvet
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2010-05-14 12:16:19]
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Re: Gone Fishing
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 15th May 2010 @ 12:23:16 AM AEST
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the movement of a worm
on a hook
should make you
sleepless
forever
How very, very interesting. I was thinking of something similar a few days ago. Mine was how my uncles and grandpa would tell me, "the fish feel no pain". Yeah? How do you know.
Really loved the perspective you took in this. Yep, probably should lose sleep over it but we'll keep doing it.
Loved this poem.
Thank you,
Tim
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Re: Gone Fishing
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by elle on
Saturday, 15th May 2010 @ 12:23:21 AM AEST
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Dark. . . fishing. . .
I think I can relate.
Nice one, dirk.
elle :) |
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