Throwing stones into the river
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Watching ripples splashing over
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Wadding the bank where horses are grazing
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Reflection shatter quite amazing
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But soon I quietly ask, is this the way for me
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I twist my vacuum flask, and have a cup of tee
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Goin' fishin' never catch none
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If I did, I'd surely lance
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The spear is tossed, the first is quiggley
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The fish tackle scares me, and the snails
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The pleasure cruiser's speed
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Laden with wind cheaters
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The hooters blow and seize
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My mind from natures creatures
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Blowing the fish,emptying in my warm hand
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I want fishin' everlasting
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You can take my son, If you drown your own daughter
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Your a man and I'm free
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Throw a stick into the surface
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Watch it bob, it cruises pass
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The river flows gently eroding
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Moves cross land, but not to fast
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Goin' Fishin'
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| Pete Townshend |
