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Feb 2022
i went to the fair saw a goldfish in a bowl
not much room to move poor little soul
going round and round in his confined space
to him his goldfish bowl  was just a lonely place

i took him home with me with a teardrop in my eye
he looked very sad it almost made me cry
bought a great big tank that had lots of space
now a goldfish bowl he wouldnt have to face

goldfish he was happy with lots of room to swim
is sadness it had gone and brought a smile to him
happy once again in his brand new home
with lots and lots of space now he can freely roam
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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