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No Bones About It
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No Bones About It |
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marcel Senior Member
since 2003-03-02
Posts 660az, usa |
No Bones About It Mr. Trout swam in the bluest lake Stomach growling with a pain that ached And dangling nearby was a worm for the take--- So he swallowed the bait and the fisher's hook Unfortunate now to be gutted then cooked. Tammy was a lover of fish caught on a rod Anything from trout to cod On this evening she craved trout Not knowing that revenge would be sought The final wishes of the helpless and lonely Is sometimes granted posthumously For Mr. Trout had a bone to pick Unfortunate now for Tammy, his point did stick. Marcel |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
If you could see the smile that broke over my face as I read each line here... What a great write! Thanks Marcel...I liked this. TD |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Tee hee - Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
 though I'm sure he'd rather have not been cooked at all, at least he got some of his own back. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
LOL, poetic justice via the hook. |
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