Oh come on Char.
The lake is blue, the sky is gray
and the leaves have turned to gold.
The wild geese will be on their way
the weather's much too cold.
When the muskie and the old trout too
have all gone down to rest.
We will be returning
to the things that we love best.
Gord and cold weather... yup think so.
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In my fashion, I have been a father...Here in my off again, on again smile.Mike
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