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Jan 2016
Swim swim little fishy
Aren’t you having dinner with the little missy?
Better hurry to your date
Don’t want to be late
Oops you got stuck!
Get out! GET OUT!
You’ve got to run from the duck
He’s coming your way
I can’t I’m stuck in a soda can!
cried the fish
Oh don’t I just wish
That my water was clean
Without trash or waste
The ocean use to be a nice place
But now I can’t even swim without
Getting stuck in a can
That was put there by man
And now I’ll die like the rest  
Because my natural habitat was distressed
And I’ll miss my date
But it’s all too late
Phim
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Phim  CA
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