RAZZING MY GUYS
June 19, 2000
Sitting on the bank, of Robber's Cave Lake;
Fishing to catch their dinner.
Dad and Bob, casting their lines,
But they're only-- getting thinner.
By:Sheila Weaver
AKA: PEACEFULLY
This was written while Tommy, Bob and I were on vacation at Robber's Cave in Okla. We really had a good time even if we didn't get to eat any fish.
Sitting on the bank, of Robber's Cave Lake;
Fishing to catch their dinner.
Dad and Bob, casting their lines,
But they're only-- getting thinner.
By:Sheila Weaver
AKA: PEACEFULLY
This was written while Tommy, Bob and I were on vacation at Robber's Cave in Okla. We really had a good time even if we didn't get to eat any fish.
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