Bri Edwards Fish Poems

Amidst the flotsam, plastic and wood,
I bared my soul as a good fish should.
My eyes stared from one side of my head;
not seeing 'both sides' filled me with dread
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Over fifty years ago a boy named Bri.... lived in mid-New York.
One day he took a pole to a pond and caught a fish, not pork.
After hooking it, Bri thought.....that playing the fish could be a chore,
so Bri yanked HARD on the pole. The fish flew through the air, landing on the shore.
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