It-Fell>>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

It-Fell>>>



i saw an old man
by fishing wharf
asleep on his new
chinese made chair
while his fishing rod
is racking wildly
i want to wake him
but i respect his
privacy; that fish
is definitely hook

a kid came along
aproach old man
tap him on his
shoulder 'grandpa
you caught fish'
his answer was
'where's my drinks'

Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fishing
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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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