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2.5.00

Fishy fishy, little bubbles in your bowl,
plastic castles and pink stones on the bottom,
swimming around with big bulbous eyes,
remembering yourself in five second increments:
"D'oh. Who am I?"
Poor fishy, tiny brain and little fins,
all goldeny as you float,
not a long life, destined for the toilet bowl,
but I like you anyway, fishy fishy.


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