Fishing With The Angels - Poem by Denise Frain
As you lay your head down to rest,
I prey the Angels are doing their best.
I'm sure they will encourage your catch,
But I know they couldnt meet your match.
Fish hard, fish deep...
Even though we weep.
Be it carp or pike... try with all your might.
Dave I know they will bite.
God rest your soul
With your fishing pole.
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