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The sea Old big blue, Teeming with nature And full of fish. Fish... Fish... Fish... Fish. You cut it, You cook it, You dress it, You eat it. Some of us however Prefer to skip the second step Without it cooked We preserve its all natural beauty. Weeds Weeds are all over In the ground In ole blue. In ole blue, We take it out We shape it We mold it We make it our own. For the sea gives us, The greatest treasure, The ability to make something so simple, And yet so beautiful. The flavor, Nothing compares, Healthy Pure Simple How could something be perfect So pristine When perfect doesn't exist, It can be sushi.
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
Sushi
The sea Old big blue, Teeming with nature And full of fish. Fish... Fish... Fish... Fish. You cut it, You cook it, You dress it, You eat it. Some of us however Prefer to skip the second step Without it cooked We preserve its all natural beauty. Weeds Weeds are all over In the ground In ole blue. In ole blue, We take it out We shape it We mold it We make it our own. For the sea gives us, The greatest treasure, The ability to make something so simple, And yet so beautiful. The flavor, Nothing compares, Healthy Pure Simple How could something be perfect So pristine When perfect doesn't exist, It can be sushi.
Wrote it high and hungry.
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
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