Scuba Diving
By TractorMan
After school in Winter With the air so cold We pack our gear To reap the ocean’s gold And brag to each other Who would get the most In harvesting scallops A little way up the coast Putting on our diving gear And slip into the sea Free to swim about Made us feel free Gathering from the biggest Down to the least Take them home to mom Who would cook us a feast Written September 28th, 2001 © on Sep 28 2001 12:04 AM PST 0 • 10
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"After school in Winter..."