Who would you be to understand those days spent away grubbing for wild mushrooms stuffed in a soggy paper bag?
While fishing worms left for too long in a refrigerator too cold slept their last not knowing that somewhere up along the creek a 'coon was munching on a trout head I left there after a day of feeling right.
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Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on August 30, 2003
This is really good I love mushroom hunting ..... Always good ones near tree induced water shores...
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Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on August 30, 2003
Sounds like pure Murawska to me...a guy who knows the woods and trout streams.
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and not poetry. I love it.