Unreel my mental fishing line,
Tie-up the end with bait,
Then cast it into the poem
Pond, and wait...
The words are swimming
Deep, out of sight,
I know they are there,
But get no bite,
No point in getting
Gruff, upset,
Next time use
Dynamite and a net...
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