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Gone again


 Cuaght and fished thuroley consumed, a ton of spices 

gourmet slices or desicrated. either way the fishes are doomed

The thrill of the catch and the message faded

here in the desert  the fish are safe

becuase the are all dried up and dead. 

Dreams are made for times like this

a chance just to get away

if only for a moment

or gone fishing all day

The one in the cooler

or the one that got away

gone again ...

 

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Gregory A Noland.

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