fish fish
oh fishy fishy
how salty fishy salt salt
how fishy salty fish fish
oh salty salty
oh crumby flaky scale
theres's scrambled custard and cold beans for breakfast if you want some
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but again the world has been spared. I ask my house to exist, amazed and icy in the white light, the spent night stays on in the eyes of the blind. JLB.
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