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Hook, Line, And Sinker

'Well, well, well, he yells, something smells sweet as shell'!
From where fell can't tell, sinks hors d'oeuvres dinner bell.

Just first a nibble nibble of, to remain a little civil.
But burst of ripple ripple above, refrain from fresh tender vittle? ?

What surely seemed safe n' sterile, reels with rancidly-ripened risk of peril.
Please heed terrific tales terrible, feel frantically frightened as fish in barrel.

Haste, look, smell, n taste have proven waaaay too great.
A case of first-rate-bait, has move been played too late?

Himself being pulled he fights it.........allll the while
His wealth of pain dulled he likes it, the taste makes him smile.

On him grooves mid-day sun, now literally element emission.
All swim removed alongside aqualung, how critically relevant a condition.

A decently-built lunker, not would he satisfy he wonders.
But recently-billed flunker, how could line lye cast for others? !

Hunger resets, FEAR builds!

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