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Fishing By Sam Jumping out of the car Running to the dock, I wait for my Grandpa’s 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, let’s 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. |