Monday, November 21, 2011

Afrer I wake,
While the smell of coffee fills the house,
Before the cold chill hits my feet,
Though I dont want to leave the bed,
When I wake up expecting a great hunt.

Before I get to the truck,
While im putting on my wadders,
As were hurrying for a hole
Through the boat lanes
All of the woods are alive with ducks.

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