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From the top of the hill I can see How the road drips tar Down the path of least resistance. What sort of fish would keep This dark river as their home? Foul creatures, filled with teeth, Gnashing at their prey. I bet I would make a tasty treat for them. All I have to do is dive in.
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Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 5:05 PM UTC
Black Water Fish
From the top of the hill I can see How the road drips tar Down the path of least resistance. What sort of fish would keep This dark river as their home? Foul creatures, filled with teeth, Gnashing at their prey. I bet I would make a tasty treat for them. All I have to do is dive in.
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Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 5:05 PM UTC
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