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Apr 2010
To the exotic fisherman
who may stare at
the silver-scaled fish
in wonder--
this shall be your new catch.
With souls like nets,
and pure-blue eggs that hatch
new ideas in a flash!
Savor this fish as
it flicks its tail in a splash
to return home to sinkship hollows.

For you detect no
like creature
precedes or follows.
Understand the implicit meaning?
Written by
Christina Gillam
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