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Nemesis

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Cattails, willow brush and slew grass,
Stand as sentries to those who pass.
A silent obstacle, without dimension.
"Marshland", what is my intention?

Gun loaded and trusting to my luck,
I went forward looking for a duck
What to do if a duck should fly?
Helpless me, the brush is in my eye.

A noise and movement at my feet,
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Susan 08 October 2018

Is the Gone Fishing poem okay to use in New Zealand as I don't want to break copyright.

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