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Apr 2022
Fishers understand the water is thinner than the sky when they finally look up.
I’m not fishing, I’m the bait that put my hooks up.
It’s not that I’m impatient or that I couldn’t wait.
It’s actually the opposite, I wasted to much time at the lake.
I keep myself fed just in case one swims by that may catch my eye.
But this one I was so proud of so I ate my pride.
I feel like we have all taken a boat down that same double lapped route.
It’s like being disciplined in the casino all day but the one time you gamble you still crap out.
I know that’s how my best friend feels, she’s tired of being disturbed by every long John silver.
But life is about balance, there’s a grateful Reciever for every generous giver.
I know that’s easier said when your stomach is growling & you’re fishing for relief.
but catching what you need is much better than a constant catch & release.
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Pluck
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