Fish, Hide Here Beneeth It
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James McLain
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Crossing that bridge.
All alone, I am waiting.
Wanting to build it.
Smiling tenderonnies.
They only look
that way longing at it.
Because you can't have it.
The other side of that bridge.
Where I sit and wait pateintly.
For you to finally come.
Me with your hat.
And you with my net.
Fish, hide here beneeth it.
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