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Fished into darkness on a calm frosty night,
the ten eager anglers prepared for the fight.
Henry went furthest, to fish by the wreck,
with Dene, John and Tony completing the trek.
The rest spread themselves with lanterns a glow,
some trusting luck with one ‘in the know’.
That ‘one’ was T.T, who stayed by the gate,
and into a hole, he cast out his bait.
Soon he was cruising with fish on his card,
though Ivsey nextdoor was finding it hard.
So were the rest, with fish now and then,
half of them struggled to even reach ten.
Young Henry was quiet, this wasnt the norm,
he usually came chatting, had he found his form?
Down by the wreck he’d elected to stay,
and with twenty two fish, – he blew us away.
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