The Fisherman

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                                                                    The  Fisherman

                                          The fisherman , he sits
                                           next to the creek
                                           in the shadow of the tree
                                           that ushers in the breeze

                                            He has all the equipment
                                            hook , line , sinker - with
                                            bait and ipod
                                            Listening to metal
                                            he feels the chill
                                            peace and Nirvana of his dreams
                                            he has surrendered to the madness
                                            in the house of  Peace

                                            The fishing rods waits patiently
                                             for the fish to come
                                             the fisherman, regarding the fish
                                             - its just a hobby
                                              Whether the catch comes in or not
                                              he just doesnt care.

                                                                                                                  Trinity Lobo
                                                                                      
                                        

                                                       

                                                                                                                       
                                                  
                                                              

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