Not Written With the Intent to Be Copy for Lay’s Sour Cream and Onion Potato Chips

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Beside cool waters, Lay's in hand, time would glide,

Casting lines with my Dad, under the overcast sky,

On Brant and Long Lake shores, youth’s joy did abide.

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The tang of sour cream, onion on the side,

Ripples echoing our laughter, moments flying high,

Beside cool waters, Lay's in hand, time would glide.

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Fish nibbling, bobbers dipping, excitement amplified,

In the rustling leaves, a lonesome loon's cry,

On Brant and Long Lake shores, youth’s joy did abide.]

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Stars reflecting off the surface, a mirrored night's tide,

Crunch of chips, whispers of the night, a lullaby,

Beside cool waters, Lay's in hand, time would glide.

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Nostalgia carried on the whispering lakeside,

A past relished in every sigh,

On Brant and Long Lake shores, youth’s joy did abide.

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Fishing with Dad, memories forever tied,

In the taste of Lay's, and the summer sky,

Beside cool waters, Lay's in hand, time would glide,

On Brant and Long Lake shores, youth’s joy did abide.