My Line

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My Line I get on my gear, and I'm ready to trudge.                                                                                                        Threw meadows and hillsides and into the mud. Close to that stream, where the big ones all lay, With a smile on my face, Yep the world is okay. I gather my courage for a terrible fight, I'm ready; I'm vested and girded just right. The wind is a blowing and the leaves are a stir, Oops, tripped over the dog, that mangy old cur. I'm running and heady, hanging on to my line, This is the day, I'm sure gonna do fine. I stop with a jolt, and something ain't right, Oh son of gun, I forgot my damn kite. Linda LaRaeAdsitt