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LEE GRIFFIN
BILL
RICHARD
PHILLIPS
SKIDMORE
d i scomfort on the banksid e. I ’ m gl ad to s ay I ’ m s t il l o u t th e re
c a tching a few. The old hea rt s ti ll s ki p s a b e a t whe n t h e ve ry
re liable buzzers of today s o u n d , a n d my wa d e rs d o n’t l e a k
a nymore, but unfortunate ly I now k n ow wh a t I ’ m f i s hi n g fo r.
T h e mystery has gone, and t ha t to m e i s wh at ca r p fi s h i n g wa s
a l l about .
The better half has jus t b ro u gh t me a fi n a l cu p p a … I t ’ s
b e dtime now, and the gear i s i n th e b a c k o f my re l a t ive ly n e w
va n ready for tomorrow. A s I s n ug gl e d ow n u n d e r t h e duve t ,
I reach out for the alarm c l o ck . I d ec i d e o n th i s occ a s i o n to
switch it off, as there’s so me un f i ni sh e d b u s i n e s s … N ow, l e t ’ s
s e e… Where was I? Oh yes, o ld J ac k h ad j u s t s h o u te d , “ L I F T ! ”
Goodnight , everybody.
FREELINE 98
