Poem: The Big One

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The Big One The day grew long as all became dim, the sun slowly rolling down the tall-standing battered hill. The water shone with the colours of the sun; never-ending ripples rang throughout the lake. It was a long, worn-out day with nothing caught at all—well, a perch or two, but nothing to hold our heads high for. Then came the coat of mosquitoes invading our helpless boat; we were stuck there, as if we were serving ourselves to them on a silver platter. Others on the lake declared it “the end” as motors rumbled into shore after a long day. The mosquitoes bit as if were their Thanksgiving, and it was at that moment, I knew I’d be sore the next day. Night was only a couple of moments away from whisking out all the happiness brought to us
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