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'
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