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wordwizard Member
since 2003-09-08
Posts 483on the way to next world |
if what you want is king throw the lady a fish it a fresh one caught and served without being frozen without additives without color there's natural color alright the color of flesh when it's young scales scraped what you want is... a fresh fish fresh as morning herring but fish upon that.. what will swim away unless you catch a pickled variety of a spotted batch soaked in vinagrette soup served as garnished entrails left for feline friends lady returns home fish in newspaper story of a seaman repeated fishtale written overs the ads the catch is wrapped nibbled the lobe fins... threw away the paper the news chucked aside the hook of the tale? it was the penned note discarded with the bones for the pride of fish varnished trophies.. the seaman wanted her love when he tossed the gift. [This message has been edited by wordwizard (10-25-2006 10:32 PM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
some interesting visuals here throw out the news, keep the fish why not?  though I've no doubt missed the 'hook' or meaning |
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wordwizard Member
since 2003-09-08
Posts 483on the way to next world |
I owe you on that Nancy, I was a tad sloppy in this one and wanted to end the poem clearly |
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