Groupie and Droopie
Groupie saw Droopie and was amazed once again.
He looks like my twin! He yelled. He looks like my twin!
They were blowfish in a fishbowl, altogether numbering two.
One was light green, the other one was a lovely light blue.
How do I know which one I am? Groupie asked his mother.
Do you feel like yourself? Or grandma or your brother?
I feel like Droopie, maybe I am him, Groupie said.
“No, I am Droopie,” Droopies said, swimming fast, overhead.
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