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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=546272" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Battle Of Wits</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A man who, tired but awake<br>came to the shore of Deerhorn Lake, <br>his wife could tell he had not caught<br>a single fish. When he had bought<br>those lures and poles and fancy reels<br>he'd talked about delicious meals<br>that they would have once he would go<br>onto the lake just like a pro.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He told her then he'd go and snooze<br>inside the house (there would be booze) .<br>So, off she went with boat and gear<br>and half a pack of Coor's cold beer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She reached the centre and released<br>the anchor of the large-hulled beast.<br>She reached for the big fishing guide<br>when there was movement at her side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inspectors do patrol these regions<br>and with the Law is their allegiance.<br>'What may I ask is your intent, <br>'it's out of season, early Lent? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And staring at her ample breast<br>he added 'I will now arrest<br>you for the fishing here today<br>and for this crime you sure will pay.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I am not fishing, Sir, I read<br>each day here on this boat, indeed.<br>As you can see, the gear is here<br>I haven't even touched the beer.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I do not care', said he with glee, <br>'you have the means and don't fool me, <br>you are out here to catch the fishes<br>instead of home with dirty dishes.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If you arrest me, I will scream<br>and tell your whole inspector team<br>that I was trying to escape<br>and you will face the charge of rape.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'How dare you, lady talk such rot <br>are you on uppers, coke or pot? <br>There was no sign of sex, I say<br>the courts will lock your life away.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You have equipment and the tools, <br>I'm sure that all the legal fools<br>will see that sex was your intent, <br>may God have mercy, do repent! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without a word the man then turned<br>as far as he was now concerned<br>he'd lost the battle of the wits, <br>he would remember though, her tits.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Herbert+Nehrlich">Herbert Nehrlich</a><div class=q>
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came to the shore of Deerhorn Lake, 
his wife could tell he had not caught
a single fish. When he had bought
those lures and poles and fancy reels
he'd talked about delicious meals
that they would have once he would go
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