March 14, 2011
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Along the river

In the shade

On a giant gray rock

In which I sat

I cast my line

Into the river

The pull tugs forward

I pick it up

I rill it in

But get nothing

I cast my line again

I almost fall asleep

But a jerk of my pull wakes me

I rill more hopeful than before

And finally my patience pays off

I caught a fish

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