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Dad Was a Fisherman

Dad was a fisherman, he loved to fish. But sadly, last year in July he perished. He caught different kinds of fish, including catfish and bluegill. Dad was a fisherman, he loved his rod and reels. Sometimes he liked to fish with his brother. Stanley and my dad cared about each other. Dad bought a boat and used it sometimes when he went fishing. Dad was a fisherman, he found it to be very interesting. [Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013.]

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