Wild-caught catfish after dark.

Glowing lures to light the spark.

Bridges over little lakes.

Bro and me, our great escape.

Life was far more simple then.

Pleasing all my mortal whims.

My brother, though, was on the phone.

I had to reel the fish alone.

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