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gone fishin'
gone fishin'
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The misty, hazy mornings of April rise
Like alien roadside flowers, wild and free.
Spirits migrate from Earth to Earth and back
In endless, timeless wonder.
Old lovers meet quietly, renewing their passion
As newlyweds on a bed of dandelions.
Wine, fermenting in the carboy
With carryout orders waiting to be filled.
And all Powers that frolic like butterflies
In the zephyrs of the river of love
Search for nectar.
