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The Flying Fish. by Mark Hurlin-Shelton It was late in the night and the ships crew snored When a rather strange creature landed aboard I thought it the most extraordinary thing For there lay before me a fish with wings Well here is a question for wise men to solve However did such a strange creature evolve A creature that isn't contented to be Like all of the others that swim in the sea I wonder when was it that the first fish tried to grow little wings and to swim in the sky What do you think don't you think it absurd? A fish with a wish to be a bird. Mark Hurlin Shelton
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Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC
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The Flying Fish. by Mark Hurlin-Shelton It was late in the night and the ships crew snored When a rather strange creature landed aboard I thought it the most extraordinary thing For there lay before me a fish with wings Well here is a question for wise men to solve However did such a strange creature evolve A creature that isn't contented to be Like all of the others that swim in the sea I wonder when was it that the first fish tried to grow little wings and to swim in the sky What do you think don't you think it absurd? A fish with a wish to be a bird. Mark Hurlin Shelton
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