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At the end of the reel there is always a jerk
expecting a jerk from a fish;
we do what we do since we hope it will work,
and we help it along with a wish,
like the jerk who is fishing and hopes that his reel
will be tugged by a fish that is huge;
we're proud we can do it but sometimes we feel
that it could have been done by a stooge.
The jerk at the end of the reel hopes to catch
with a hook and a line and a sinker;
the work that we do to this jerk's is a match
when we try to behave like a thinker,
for the thoughts that we land like the fish of the jerk,
from the depths of our mind, not from water,
can make us like fish we've not caught go berserk
when they slither away from the slaughter.
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