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waking up so early in the morning
I need it for worms
grandfather collects all the gear
jump into the car means
 
fishing line hooks and sinker
the networks we took so cute
fishing rods seized
and in place we drowned
 
also filling up with a gas truck
on the way we are not in the bastard
speed under a hundred developed
and almost rolled
 
here on the road we roll
decent speed by the way
we pull up so boldly
and my whole soul was tanned
 
and give from the trunk
the boat we take inflate it
oars inserted in oarlocks
we carry it to the lake
 
we sit down right away
with oars very skillfully
swiftly to the heart
disassemble tackle cleverly
 
first cast and bite
but failed unsuccessfully
the fish jumped off right away
such an infection
 
I threw the second at once
does not immediately bite
quickly hooked as I need
and pull it to myself
 
grandfather sits and misses everything
cigar current pulls
bored him so probably
love of doubt
 
here is our long-awaited moment
eh bite is not accidental
we are pulling a serious fish
why are we all so sad
 
then we arrived home
we clean the fish timidly
rinse under water
under a cold stream
 
evening grandma with fun
fries us fish perfectly
cool hanging out so cute
we rested beautifully