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| September 14th, 1998 | |||
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Not My Own by Dave Salamone |
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Stream that I wade, You're not my own, Stoney bottom cool. Nor is the grass I tread upon, Which led me to this pool.
So as I raise fly rod on high,
My line with fly but a whisper low,
And when my heart is full,
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