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dangling feet from the bench
giggling, dodging tiny pinch
sipping juice, nibbling burger
spitting crums; who is farther
leaves racing downhill
stop at riverbank, stay still
soaking wet for frogs to play
some float, a shed for fishey
dragon flies are flying low
dip their tails; gently go
fishes so close to surface
a splash, a bite... a miss
ripples rock lilies pod
snails fall to bottom, mud
scavenging fish mouth, trap
suck all flesh; spit out scrap
fishing pole remain untouch
waiting; so beautiful to watch
two giggling kids always hope
to catch one for hearty soup
Manonton Dalan
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Monday, August 18, 2008 |
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