A Fishy Tale
Oh my love,
I thought you’d left me
I though you were
beyond rescue
but I see you now
rising to the surface
turning blue with cold.
I shall pluck you
out of the water,
warm you up,
carry you home.
I see you’ve changed
become accustomed to the water,
grown a fishes tail.
You can tell me about it later
you know I love a fishy tale.


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