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Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Poem: A dancing dream

Poem Six

The fish was right
The shoes get wet here
In the tub of the ocean

No shampoo
No soap
No toothbrush

Fancy a towel Mr Fish
Are you kidding me
Even hairdryers blow out here

The other day
I felt like having some makeup
And move my tail like a peacock
You know go out to the cinema
See some glossy stars
Have a dancing dream

Mr Fish do you read newspapers
Of course not
Our world has not moved yet
It is locked in time
But you know how poets work
They fish with creativity

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