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Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Catfish IsleViews: 42 Comments: 2
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Oh, the waves of grayish green, Remind me of the fish unseen. Never looked upon, only felt. They swim along and brush against your belt.
Oh, the catfish of yonder, Move as if guided by a transponder. I have yet to see them, But am always surrounded.
Oh, grasses of sand, Swishing from the force of my hand, How do I know they are Catfish? For they are of Catfish Isle.
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