You Know those Days - Oct. 16, 2024

Gary Hunter
Oct 15, 2024
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when every lure is working

the bait irresistibly fresh

fish so eager to be caught

they leap onto the hook

and into the boat

on those mornings

to be on the lake of your mind

or mine there is anticipation

something wonderful

awaits in the creel

for you it could be

getting married your first born

last day of work before retiring

a long-planned vacation just begun

for me they’re usually poems

each one a keeper

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