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Jun 2014
Swimming around,
                                  and around,
                                                       nothing else to do
                                                                                      just wondering
                                                                                                                why he is blue.
        He saw another fish,
                                            it went around a dish,
                                                                                  on a high shelf,
                                                                                                             rather like himself.
                    That was white,
                                               de did not know what to do,
                                                                                               as he is blue.
Written by
cheryl love
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