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The small mouth so smart
That he cannot be caught. He’ll not chase any of The soft plastics I bought. My crank baits and jigs They have no effect. He’s wily, elusive My confidence wrecked. He sits by a log Under pads or near reeds. On frogs and shad And crayfish he feeds. I load the boat At the end of the day. My live well is empty. In the lake he does stay.
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