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Poem of the Month

                 
            
       Fishing


When I go fishing
I'm always wishing
Some fish will be my prize;
But while I'm fishing,
The fish are wishing
       Otherwise.

And all the wishes
Of all the fishes
Seem always to come true;
So all my wishes 
To catch some fishes
     Never do.






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