In deep dark ponds you gently glide, You made this cave your place to hide; Blessed with neither scales nor sight, You struggle blindly in the light. The floods came down and flushed you out, Like Incy Wincy up […]
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Subterranean Homesick Fish
In deep dark ponds you gently glide, You made this cave your place to hide; Blessed with neither scales nor sight, You struggle blindly in the light.