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Fishin’ Dreams

August 5, 2009

For all ruins I’ve seen

and all bars that I’ve been

Nothin’ beats fishin’ in Georgia

No offense who I’ve met

Graphite, line, worm, I’m set

Nothin’ beats fishin’ in Georgia

Moon no longer reflects

Boats become rusty wrecks

Schools of fish can’t hatch eggs

And if this comes to pass?

Still, nothin’ beats fishin’ in Georgia

Naw, nothin’ beats fishin’ in Georgia

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