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I saw the prompt and went fishing
For an answer that is often missing
The Perch I had held in the wild
Could now offer words to this child
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You see my little one
I have swallowed your hook
It lies deep within my breast
And I am yours
I have surfaced for you now
Upon your gentle hands I rest
Breathing with eyes alert
I`m a keeper
Never mind your friend`s line
It is I who was lured
By your gentle motions
And swam to your open arms
Why have you begun to grip me tight
I am yours; I have no fight
Your pull rips and tears me apart
I have no life, I have no heart
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It was the other line that spoke
Offering his friend a beautiful sight
The little boy had no choice
But to reclaim his hook and try again
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I saw the prompt and went fishing
For an answer that is often missing
The Perch I had held in the wild
Could now offer words to this child
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