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Fishing

By Sam

 

Jumping out of the car

Running to the dock, I wait for my

Grandpaís friend, coming out of his

Den.  He walks on over to the dock.

He asks me, are you ready, I

Tell him, Oh Yeah!

 

Great, letís go fishing.

We walk on top of the dock

And get onto the squeaky yacht.

I throw out my line and wait

For things to be divine.