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A right of passage, it was then
To get up early, don your gear,
Get in the car, for dawn is near.
The first day of stream fishing, this year.
We went up the Menashtash Creek, I recall
The water gurgling on rock and stone.
It was quiet, for we were alone.
The ice had formed on the stream edge,
Best fishing then, the first of the season,
No worms or lures, no given reason.
Bait up the hook, cast in the pool,
That was the method and it was cool,
For you as a boy, whose passion to fish,
Was the great fulfillment of his only wish.
Limited out, on this opening day,
Fresh trout on the menu, in early May.

Floating in the air
as a moth to the flame,
when he arrived here.
It was never the same,
as he spoke in riddles,
when people gathered around.
His words that he uttered
were very unsound.
"Pay to me your homage,
pay every day or I will
turn this World into pain."
He had no compassion
for woman or man
and lies and stealing was
his primary plan.
Tell them what they want to hear
but do not deliver or keep your word
and soon they will make a King out of you.

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