Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire. The opposite of to live is to ...
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Fly Fisherman
A fly fisherman casting in the stream,
you hooked my heart and cast the dream.
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Bopping, jumping, reel me in,
snared on the bait of loving.
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Tugging, jumping, in and out ,
oxygen deprived, can’t do without.
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Hold me for a little while, and
toss be back with that ornery smile.
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Tiring from yesterday, you still have
the ability to make my day.
Wanting something new, I need to share
my tomorrow’s with you.
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Flipping and flopping and I’m back,
caught in middle of your minnow trap.
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Leave your line out, give it slack, hey!
Mr. Fisherman, don’t throw me back.
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I like being snagged it's true, don't
throw me back to the water blue.
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Hold me, hold me, for a little while
, a little cpr and you'll see a smile.
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Gaining strength, I'm swimming
on top, no longer belly up and doing
flip flops.
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A fly fisherman casting in the stream,
you hooked my heart and cast a dream.
~
Hey! Mr. Fisherman ya reeled me in,
netted my heart and set my world
a spin.
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Out of breath, I'm giving in.
I'm in the arms of loving.
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Please Mr. Fisherman don't throw me
back, my loving so hot , i'll need
a ice pack.
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Jump on in and swim with me,
heat the water to hundred degrees.
Loving, living, wanting you, there
is nothing I wouldn't do.
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