Gone Fishing
I love to go fishing,
And I love to date.
I was just wishing,
You would take the bait.
Out on a clear lake,
We were feeling fine.
But my big mistake,
I used an old line.
Was the same line heard,
More than once before.
With her final word,
We don't fish no more.
Now that I look back,
Don't know what to say.
She wouldn't cut me slack,
The one that got away.
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