Someone out to fish?
Fish. ON throw line throttles down tilt my head to destroy my day. East view of the cloud horizon for the brave that I can not stop this endless search, it does not catch it on the fish lure of the mysterious things. Shopping Tips lurks below the crust to the birds congregate. Land and sky I c cars and wait for these. doldrums nervously eye the morning breath. squinting my lungs swollen and take it all in prayer for what today is one. Is that it pushes the habit I hope this change in fishing trip to catch the best of me. © rad032008.
Your a great poem. Memories in my mind. Well. – You save my thoughts and more with your bait. – Analysis was fishing with you. How well I remember sitting in the waiting boat. Rainbow Convention & Exhibition to be. tempted by the lure of food or me. We have most of the fish even granddaughter never have the patience to stand hours I catch fish. – 7 … right now she likes the old 10. T.
Boredom is Golden
