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Nov 2012
I'm goin' to bait my reel.
And toss it out.
To see who'll bite.
I'm goin' fishin' doin' the day.
And especially at night.

I have no particular type in site.
Least, that what I will say.
But in my mind.
I know what fish I like.

She might be wide.
She might be slim.
The one that bit and show interest.
Will be my bait.
I'm goin' fishin' to catch a bass.

Then, who knows?
I do know the meal with be a delight.
Tasty and marinated to my style.

She'll be mine.
And it all came from a fishing line.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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