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Fishing


Fishing fishing I love fishing When I go I feel like a pro! First I grab my tackle box then I grab my net, Cant foget the fishing pole or who am I to go! Excitedly I grab my bike excitedly I go. Oh how the minutes goes by they feel like a lot but theyre not, for Im at my favorite fishing spot. I grab my pole, were on with the show! I bait the hook I cast the line, It goes so fast its all in the past. I sit down as the sun beats down. Out Comes my hat as I wait for a catch. I take a look, the pole just shook! I make a smirk as I jerk. Here comes the fish, making sounds a splash splish.

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smshane
<p>I wrote this poem a few years ago. I have many more but I remember writing this one based on my childhood.</p>

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