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Slipped from Sight

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The day was bright,
The lake was calm.
I looked up into the light,
Then down into my palm.

There were no lights,
I fell asleep,
Until finally out of sight
A fish pulled on my line.

Tugging the line,
I wish I was stronger.
I thought I was fine,
But the line wasn’t longer.

I cried out in pain
As the line broke.
In panicked strain
I dove down to fight the hoak.

I grabbed my broke line,
And hold it tight.
I thought the fish was mine,
Alas it slipped from sight.





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