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What I want Is What I want is Enough time

To do what I want What I want

To fish for a day And into the night

And then the next day With friends

By my side And my pole slicing through the air

Like a knife Slicing through a tomato

In the kitchen And the warm sun  Of summer Through a clear sky

As I count My casts

My snags My fish

My Days Day 1, Day 2  **Messy Room Whosever room this is should be ashamed His clothes are scattered across the floor His dresser is covered and filled with everything but clothes**   **His ties all hang from the handle of the door**   **His t.v. and stereo are dustier than a coal mine His blankets and pillows lie on the floor And his sheets are untucked from the bed His keys are buried somewhere in the wreakage** and its summer so its unknown they its out His dog moose has made a bed from clothes scattered about His carpet has not been found for months**   **His mother nags him to clean it and my answer is always the same "I will tomorrow mom I have a game to play."**  A deer came down the trail I did not make a sound He started munching on the grass With his head to the ground
 * His coat is hanging over the t.v.

And the he found the seed Beneath my camo stand   And then he startled suddenly To the noise of my hand  __The sun comes__  __On spread pheasants' wings

It sits hard And waits to jump__ <span style="background-color: #24b724; color: #ff0000; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"> __In the tall grass Then flies across the sky__

<span style="background-color: #24b724; color: #ff0000; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"> I wake up at the first sign of the light I dress up in camo hunting gear I check my boots to make sure they are tight I grab my gun and hope to shoot a deer I drove to pick up my friend at his place Together we drove down to kum and go From there we were able to start our chase We did not have a tag to shoot a doe We hoped to have the chance to shoot a buck We walked through the thick timber to find him We trampled through the cornfields full of muck We thought we spotted him through a tree limb I aimed my gun and shot him through the heart I knew we’d get him from the very start