Years back,
when I was young,
how I liked to fish,
and watch for the salmon run.
To wade the water,
feel it's force,
against my feet,
hoping for a catch,
a great prize,
a great fish to eat.
To see that great fish,
make it's runs,
it was so much fun,
it was so neat.
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