Goldfish. Hello, I think my name is Joe. Round and round I go. Until I have a blow. A hand drops food I rise slowly and swallow If I am in the mood! I think something has changed There is a different color Something different has been arranged And then it is the same as before. I move and then gaze.... Sign in to see full entry.
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