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Winter Fishing
I really should remember
When I'm fishing in November
That the cold will pierce me to the very core
Despite my layers of clothing
The chilliness I'm loathing
I doubt I'll fish in winter any more
The breeze makes it feel colder
And I am growing older
The wind plays in the willows like a harp
But then there is December
Though my heart's a dying ember
I'll be back to catch that damned elusive carp
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