fish

i knew no fear
and it cost me big
when i swam too near
the fabled pier

i was hooked
before i knew
what it was
to be a fish

i was booked
without a clue
i am not
your luscious dish

i was cooked
into gumboed stew
but to swim
my precious wish

but i was hooked
before i knew
what it was
to be a fish

to sip the seas
to sup the seas
my liquid wish
to be a fish

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About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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