Feeling Appreciated At Last
Octopus guy was the laughing stock of the west China sea
Frankly, I thought his colors beautiful, if anyone had asked me
But no one did, because I had become invisible at the age of twenty-three
Preteens and teens run the reef these days, and they do so with glee.
I feel like an old maid, but I run over to check out Octopus Guy, Mr. Bee.
Your orange colors are gorgeous I tell him, and he says he appreciates me.
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