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Hedgerow Inferno
Tiny pools with water,
For two or three fish,
To be comfortable in,
While constantly being poached,
By the sadistic red knomes,
And there thin lines of fishing rods,
The hedgerow is an inferno,
Or danger for unsuspecting,
Tresspassers or wellwishing,
Truants and bullies,
The fish would only spit at them,
If they could and the knomes,
Give up their idle fishing,
In pursuit of a more,
Interesting past time.
poem
by
Nick Hilton
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