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Up Bright and Early,
At the crack of day.
With the car all loaded,
He's well on his way.
On down to the Ocean,
As fast as he can.
For he must catch the tide,
As it comes rolling in.
A good spot he finds,
And then he casts in.
With his head in the clouds,
Anticipation begins.
With his skin all reddened,
And his throat getting dry.
He's ready to go home,
With a few fish to fry.
When he finally gets there,
There will be still lots to say.
As he spends the evening talking,
About the one that got away.
Decicated to my son-in law Daleby Winnie Lovett 1/29/99
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