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A Fishy Poem

June 26, 2009

No Fishing to Speak of,
No Fishing at all.
No Salmon, No Trout, and no Double Haul

The rain has been falling
The sun never shines
The water is brown, which means no tight lines

For now I stay grounded, no water in sight
Tying by day, and dreaming by Night

And some day those dreams will finally come true
So I’ll write about Fishing, and pray that they do.

-Ben Rioux

Rainy Day

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