skinn7

skinn7

    arms and hands of the sort that
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    They were immune to its poison
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    bubble made as it drifted.
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    his oars he looked down into
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    shape of the clouds over the land.
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    The water was a dark blue now,
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    My big fish must be somewhere
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    and would be in the water,
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