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| "Tadpole" Photo taken by Böhringer Friedrich. |
I walk these streets of my childhood I’m lurking in the shadows where I ran
At nights you get use to the sound of the waves
And the smell of the water most of the time
There’s a warm summers breeze
And you can see the reflection of the water on the ceiling at night
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| Author Original uploader was Brian.gratwicke "Channel Catfish | " |
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| Author Dwmartin "Bluegills" |
Silver spoon and bluegill catfish in the water
Bullhead too if you like something barking at you
I can smell a bonfire people burning leaves and someone’s got wood in a potbelly stove It was time to give up my childhood the one thing I never planned
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| Author Duane Raver (transferred from en.wikimedia.org to commons.wikimedia.org by user:Auriong) "Bullhead" |
where are all the tadpoles and dogfish gone someone’s got mud and blood on there hands the dogs ran in packs during the days and no one lock there house at night
Everyone knew everyone else in town and that’s just the way it was
I walk these streets of my childhood and I’m lurking in the shadows
At nights you get use to the sound of the waves
And the smell of the water most time
There’s a warm summers breeze
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| Author Mike Cline Bowfin or "Dogfish" |
And you can see the reflection of the water on the ceiling at night
Silver spoon and bluegill catfish in the water
Bullhead too if you like something barking at you
I can smell a bonfire people burning leaves and someone’s got wood in a potbelly stove it was time to give up my childhood the one thing that I never planned
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| Author LiquidGhoul "tadpole", polliwog |
Where are all the tadpoles and dogfish someone’s got mud and blood on there hands the dogs ran in packs during the days and no one lock there house at night
Everyone knew everyone else in town and that’s just the way it was
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