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Dec 2016
there were six fish
now just two swim slowly and silently
one sleeps the sleep of the dead
in the water
one floats eyes staring glassy
Two missing presumed dead
i drink coffee and write
to the relatives.
Written by
angela brooks  bristol, england
(bristol, england)   
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