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The speckled puffer fish was a greedy scavenger a greedy thing with no agenda but to grab the hook I used to hate to touch them.Big black eyes staring Huge gopher teeth bare and sharp. I was Huck Fin Carribean Bare foot and rural as heck Dirt ring around my neck The dusty roads humid. The sweltering heat and the river would meet us in the mangrove Forrest as we walked the Picado road to river's edge. A cranky dory sat tied of for our convenience with a paddle or two. We pushed of and fought the tide to get us safe to the other side. Aunt Doris would stand with' arm akimbo a cigarette burning between index and middle a tiny smile stayed put. The  Muttruce , as we named it Flourished because no one would eat it so the river teemed with catfish and puffy. we did not eat catfish either some cultural bias. Lucky cat but that bias died when the market for him found Belize. Scary little blacked eyed buck toothed ******* Dont know if they are on someones menu now. They seemed a bit scarce last time i fished. high priced export on the orient express I guess. Price of popularity is no privacy eaten to extinction. Head up , eyes open mouth closed.
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Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
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The speckled puffer fish was a greedy scavenger a greedy thing with no agenda but to grab the hook I used to hate to touch them.Big black eyes staring Huge gopher teeth bare and sharp. I was Huck Fin Carribean Bare foot and rural as heck Dirt ring around my neck The dusty roads humid. The sweltering heat and the river would meet us in the mangrove Forrest as we walked the Picado road to river's edge. A cranky dory sat tied of for our convenience with a paddle or two. We pushed of and fought the tide to get us safe to the other side. Aunt Doris would stand with' arm akimbo a cigarette burning between index and middle a tiny smile stayed put. The  Muttruce , as we named it Flourished because no one would eat it so the river teemed with catfish and puffy. we did not eat catfish either some cultural bias. Lucky cat but that bias died when the market for him found Belize. Scary little blacked eyed buck toothed ******* Dont know if they are on someones menu now. They seemed a bit scarce last time i fished. high priced export on the orient express I guess. Price of popularity is no privacy eaten to extinction. Head up , eyes open mouth closed.
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Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
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