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The Lake at The Fold

Solitary fish all faced the sun,
I saw them each and every one,
the early morning frost was gone
and the warmth at the top of the pond
brought them up for me to see,
sunbathing carp, one two three,
starting their springtime tan,
sun worshipping, chillin’.

Polly Stretton © 2020



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