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Eating grilled fish on Champlain, my dad says their "Delish" Yet, to see a local legend was my main wish Behind me, my dad stares, his eyes don't come down
By Thavien Yliasterabout a year ago in Poets
While fishing on Champlain, my Dad and I set up camp. The ground around us is moist and rather damp. While fixing our dish
Driving to work, my place is not far. I wiped off the snow, scraped off the ice, and hopped in my car. I slow down before a turn, as I see a Civic coming in hot.
Holly went from large, to grande, to buckets. The lack of sleep drains her energy, it really sucks it. When she went to the store
A young lady went to a new restaurant, the new "Chic" place. The atmosphere was stylish, and seemed to emit an air of grace.
Fishing, the sport and a lifestyle, of this a little boy has grown fond. Yet, there is something large dwelling within the pond.
Things went from good to worse, so it was time for a divorce. Turns out some donkeys are good at disguising themselves as a horse.
I open the door to find a meal But an empty tummy is what I feel With the options being abysmal The condiments as prospects are more than dismal
At a small town in Africa, a little boy named Jabari was fishing. “Chidinma! I got it! I finally got it on my line!” “Really?! Keep fighting Jabari! Reel him in!”
By Thavien Yliasterabout a year ago in Fiction
Ah, his thing got confused The wrong function was used Instead of a date ending in perfection His overly excited er- Well, he was handed rejection
A young lad sat in class, not giving a damn. He thought about melons, rumps, and even clams. His teacher said, "Young one you look bored.
The worst fear about being in water park? Isn't being caught in the pool making bubbles from a fart. Normally it would be of death and of drowning.