Fishin


Gone fishing with my son,
He's a comedian so it's fun.
Makes no difference rain or sun,
We laugh and laugh a ton.
First I show him how to cast,
Pretending we live in the past.
Wish times like this would last,
Instead it goes by way too fast.
He caught his first fish today,
Reeled it in and ran away!
I didn't know what to say,
I threw it back, it swam away.

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