Down by the Lake,
Skimming some stones.
Dodging the snakes,
And dead animal bones.
I just hit a six spot,
Not so long ago,
Thats not all I got,
Got to, just let it flow.
Looking at the ripples,
Just fading away.
Between chuckles and giggles,
What a wonderful day
The line on my pole,
Isn't even wet.
Skimming stones in the hole,
Ain't started yet.
1/20/11 Alton Texas
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