My Uncle Roscoe...
A jack-leg preacher
As a child of seven....
My first spiritual teacher
He took me fishing
Upon Cache Creek
His ambitions strong...
Skills..somewhat weak
After....all day fishing
...No fish was caught
So from a nearby fisherman
..A large fish he bought
Highly praised...indeed
...When we got back home
Perhaps otherwise
...Had they known
After....all day fishing
....No fish we caught...
But from another fisherman
...Our fish...was bought
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