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Sep 2012
I cast out the line, a frog this time
One hook is risky, but that's all it has underneath
Reeling in, turn by turn
Make the rubber legs dance like flesh, in case they know the difference
One, two, three, four, five, six, splash, pull
Almost lose it, hold on tight
Reel, slack, reel, slack, don't break the line
He's heavy
Tire him out
He's heavy
Get him in, pull the line, into the net we go
Black, green, white, wide eyes, large mouth, spines triumphant
Even in defeat
Stomach grumbles, thanks for dinner but...
Beauty
Brawn
Flaunting your will to live against my hands
Remove hook, throw back
Hungry
Proud
Joe Hill
Written by
Joe Hill  30/M/St. Paul, MN
(30/M/St. Paul, MN)   
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