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Sunday, August 17, 2008
Ocracoke fishing
Today my son caught a fish
a blue crab, and two clams.
It was a good day.
After all was said and done
he threw the crab and fish back
but kept the clams.
Together, he and his step-dad
cooked the clams and
joyfully ate them.
The both agreed it was the best
thing they ever ate.
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