| The morning light shone across the surface
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| I had hoped Canoe Lake would be like this
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| The constant financial pressures
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| Were constricting my creativity
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| A black canvas stalked my nightmares
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| Night after night I had the same reoccurring vision
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| So I thought a therapeutic fishing expedition
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| Might help remedy the darkness which had been consuming me
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| But sadly it only brought my blackened revelations
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| To the next extremity
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| As I pushed off the dock
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| I basked and reclined
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| In the serenity
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| This was exactly what I needed seclusion and peace
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| But after a short while I was distracted
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| By a faint line of smoke rising in the distance
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| When I approached the two men by the fire
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| Quickly they turned and shuffled away
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| I was startled when the third one attacked me from behind
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| The deserters worked quickly carrying my lifeless body
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| Towards the water’s edge
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| There I was laid to rest in my shallow watery grave
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| I sunk beneath the surface floating adrift amongst the logger’s forgotten
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| rotting stumps
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| My assailants walked away
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| Swaying ignominiously
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| Running from a life of violence
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| Brought them closer to it than they could have ever imagined
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| Now they are cursed to the life of the damned |