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Jul 2013
There was always something
about catch and release fishing
that seemed pointless and empty to me.
And even as a child,
I always connected
with the tragic, broken-hearted heroines
in all my favorite novels.
Who knew it was premonition.
There are things I'll never understand
about life and men and love.
Why stop to pet a stray,
if you'll just leave it at the pound?
andrea rose
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andrea rose
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