FISHING


Casting my mind into the memory shack

I haul out a thought that takes me right back

And if I should strain and listen real hard

I still hear us as kids in the junior schoolyard.

And my first kiss stood at the No Entry sign

Where you said that you would always be mine.

Then the clanging of the old school bell

I remember it so well.

But the line goes slack

And I find I am back

In the fleeting today.

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