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May 2019
Turn the switch to down,
hear the squeaking sound,
tight wound wire unspooled,
dropping the boat adventure bound.

I turn the key and the engine roars,
my stress level begins to drop,
three days of fishing starts right now,
with hope the bites nonstop.

But as the saying goes,
better fishing than at work,
out here there is no nagging,
or complaints from bossman ****.

The only **** out here,
are the ones upon the line,
the bass bites my worm,
set the hook and feeling fine.
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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