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I buy another tub of lipstick
to replace the one I lost last week,
I think it was left behind on vacation,
or maybe at Charley’s, the man I
met on the beach. He reminds me
of my Uncle Jasper, a man who used
to love fishing, and took his boat out
every Saturday morning to try
and catch the biggest fish. But he never
made it, I guess his frame was built
too small, he only managed to catch
a few salmon or rainbow trout,
we never liked that kind of fish
anyway.
But, Charley, I guess he is like Jasper
in a way, he likes to eat everything he
catches, even if it is just
a can of sardines. They had a lot in
common.
to replace the one I lost last week,
I think it was left behind on vacation,
or maybe at Charley’s, the man I
met on the beach. He reminds me
of my Uncle Jasper, a man who used
to love fishing, and took his boat out
every Saturday morning to try
and catch the biggest fish. But he never
made it, I guess his frame was built
too small, he only managed to catch
a few salmon or rainbow trout,
we never liked that kind of fish
anyway.
But, Charley, I guess he is like Jasper
in a way, he likes to eat everything he
catches, even if it is just
a can of sardines. They had a lot in
common.
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