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When we go fishing
we carefully, prepare our fishing pole and line and delicately,perfectly bait and conceal the hook, and hope a great big exceptional, record breaking big daddy of. Fish, we will, be soon be in reeling, and HAPPILLY excitingly with bragging rights --Home--be bringing


To with our fishing pole, and bobber and the right weight of  sinker, with our perfectly baited hook or special lucky --red-and-white-triple-hook--secret--lure, as far as we can, we make the perfect longest cast with our pole and line
then without even a visible elevated breath, we are frozen in MINNESOTA, lake fishing time, trying to get and catch, that biggest whooping great grand daddy of a Fish--this--TIME


When we went fishing
before we even got to that lake Winina early early early, in the morning, all night we were dreaming, that the biggest world  record, biggest daddy of a --Ninnesota--Northern Pike in we  were fighting winning and in reeling, and a world record catch be carrying home and so Minnesota Proud Home be BRINGING, feeling great as a MINNESOTA--fisherman--Greater, than a King



By John d JUNGERS.   29th of JANUARY 2018


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