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ANGLER'S ANONYMOUS

Gotta love fishermen, I guess,

They all belong to Anglers' Anonymous,

Dodging Waterways Rangers,

Are the fish ever in danger?

After the football, they go fishing,

For big catches they are all wishing,

We listen to all those fish tales,

The ones that never got to the scales,

The whoppers that got away, yah!

I barrack for the fish these days,

Gotta love fishermen, I guess,

They belong to Anglers' Anonymous!!

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julie-grenness
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Sep 11, 2016
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