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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
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FISHING BUDDIES, by KENNETH KAPLAN
First Line: We sat around a smoky yellow fire
Last Line: Our workworld to a sportsman's masquerade %to form again our bond with primal males
First Line: We sat around a smoky yellow fire
Last Line: Our workworld to a sportsman's masquerade %to form again our bond with primal males
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