Gone again
Cuaght and fished thuroley consumed, a ton of spices
gourmet slices or desicrated. either way the fishes are doomed
The thrill of the catch and the message faded
here in the desert the fish are safe
becuase the are all dried up and dead.
Dreams are made for times like this
a chance just to get away
if only for a moment
or gone fishing all day
The one in the cooler
or the one that got away
gone again ...
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