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Jul 2011
there is no better time
for one's hooks to be unlucky
than now--
balmy with the lake like glass,
a round, fat sun to sweat under,
full pack on my shoulders,
& some backwater cabin to
rest this humble set of
hot, tired bones
when the fishing's done.
written up lake tramping with the blackflies at my back
A L Davies
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A L Davies  32/M/Canada
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