Our season in the sun's warm light is over
but your memories they will last
we'll both be a year bigger when we meet again
even your fight it was a blast.
I'll be waiting here for you on the shore
when the winters snow will melt
come visit my rod again
I promise to let you go.
Written by Wolfy, a.k.a. K2 , labhor day 05 on the St. Croix River to a sucker fish named Gueto Posse, a.k.a. Sucka
Sunday, September 25, 2005
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