Once, I felt like a hole in a river;
Now, I’m floating on waves from the Giver.
A silly fish, I won’t be—
Breaking my bowl to be free:-
Baiting girl—I’ll just swim and ignore her.
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2022
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