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A place for coffee lovers
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Add Yours →Fishing Camp
Quiet sunset in the jack pines
leaves naught but the summer sun
parched upon the lips of a
tired fisherman.
Sunfish and a small mouth bass.
Supper would be sparse;
there would again
be tomorrow.
Boiling lake water
for a fine pot of coffee,
tearing a rim of rye-baked bread,
he dines.
Fish, lightly fried in
the camp skillet saut