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Up in the morning,
before the Sunrise.
Time to go fishing,
as it is an ebb tide.
Down to the water
pole in my hand,
reliving the joy
of a younger man.
No worries or fears
of what I could do,
for I hadn't yet met
the remarkable you.
A Comment by Loy
I can see you as a teenager! Nice poem.
A Comment by MFish
Thank you. I did fish a lot when I was younger.
