He was on the river fishing and drinking Bud.
When his boat hit something with a loud thud.
It turned out to be a dead body.
A great day turned bad.
He spent the rest of the day with the police.
To hell went his day of drinking Bud, fishing, and peace.
Every peaceful day is a great day of time that motivates mind. An amazing poem is wisely penned basing on perception...10
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I would like to translate this poem
Some people never get peace, always being caught..good one