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by Yerdua

Down through
Dappled waters

She swam up
Then the fisherman caught her

But she flashed out
And he never saw her again

But the fishing hook
Still gives her pain

She wishes she could go back there
To stare at the clouds so white

But she can't pretend she hasn't a care
When the hook is pulling tight

For it still trails in her tail
And she will never lose it

It snags on all the things below
And even fish have bit (it)

And it reminds her why
She never will go back

To the world above
Where there's the fisherman's shack.

Have a story or poem you would like the world to see? Must be about a magical equine or at least one that figures prominently. Email me and I will post it for you.

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Last Updated: September 2008

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