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A message to you my friend,
it's fishin' season again.
So I might just dissapear;
packin' up my fishin' gear.
There's times I like dressin' in style,
but im lettin' down my hair awhile.
Headin' back to my country roots,
puttin' on my ol' fishin' boots.
No! God ain't took away my soul;
I just got a new fishin' pole.
So now I gotta give it a whirl,
down where the rushin' rapids swirl.
Things are gonna get excitin',
if them big fish are a bitin'.
I got my red worms in a can,
so grease up that OL' fryin' pan.
I am not gonna come back,
with an empty fishin' sack.
Don't get in a tizzy and fret,
if months pass and I ain't back yet.
Don't worry your perdy lil' head,
Heck NO! My friend I ain't dead.
Nor have I just went a missin',
I have just been gone a fishin'.
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