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Throw me a line

That I might dance

With the salmon and trout

And leap with the words

That rise and fall

Like waters white

And shimmer like scales

That show me the way

To speak my thoughts

In purest form

Let me swallow the bait

As you reel me in

But throw me a hook

And let me breathe

As I bathe in the waters

Of your words.