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The fishermen on Lake Michigan, sometimes,
For kicks, they spit two hunks of bait on
At either end of a single length of
And toss that up among the scavenging gulls,
Who go for it so fast that often two of
Make the connection before it hits the water.
Hooked and hung up like that, they do a
That lasts only so long.
The
Do that for kicks, on Lake Michigan, sometimes.
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Howard Nemerov was born on February 29th, 1920 in New York.
He died of cancer at his home in University City,
Missouri on July 5th 1991.
Howard Nemerov
Howard Nemerov (February 29, 1920 – July 5, 1991) was an American poet. He was twice Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congre
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