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Apr 2021
Oh fisher, fisher, how can this be?
I'm caught on your hook, were you fishing for me?

Your beautiful looks were the eye-catching lure,
Next find the fish that you'll bring to the shore.

A gullible guppy came swimming on by,
And that outstanding lure went and caught his eye.

He was a bit cautious, but took a small bite.
And at first it seemed like everything was alright.

But next thing you know, he was hooked real good.
He was enjoying his catch, as anyone would.

Things seemed real good when you were reeling him in.
But give him some slack, and things were bad again.

Little fishy didn't know that you would be his demise.
Until you pulled him from the water and he saw the blue skies.

You played that little fishy, from deep in the sea.
But you don't just catch fish, you catch poor guys like me.
Written by
Justin Case
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   Leone Lamp
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