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Apr 2012
Every winter
our fish would migrate south.

Probably to Florida or Cancun
or any of those places where
grandparents live
and it's always warm.
Fish like it in warm places.


They would tap
the side of their fish bowl and mom
would grab a glass of water,

In they would jump.
Then, Mom would pour the fish
into a container,
put it in the mailbox,
and send it south.

House fish need this,
because they can't get out of their bowls.
It's like taking a dog for a walk.
River and lake and ocean fish just swim there.

When all of the fish get south,
they have a fish party,
where they eat gangsters and smugglers,

I think.
Written by
T Andre Bostwick
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