FISHES

 TO ALL THE FISHES, SOME TOUCHED BY MY HAND & OTHERS BY MY HEART........

Ah! What a life you fishes

You're such lovely riches!

Men wanting your beauty

Copied your colours for their woman.

The painters crave your combo

The birds climbed your fins to wings.

Your shape is the bee and the bird,

Those gills without chills,

Nobody knows your skills,

For you have a lovely skill! 

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