Does your lover woo you
like a puffer fish woos
his perfect mate?
If not … well
there are plenty more
fish in the sea!
Note: How it works
Male pufferfish build sand sculptures to attract mates.
The female pufferfish decides if the male's sculpture is good enough.
The male pufferfish uses shells to decorate the ridges of the sculpture.
The ridges stabilize the sculpture and slow water that might disturb the center where the female will lay her eggs.
The female pufferfish enters the nest and joins the male cheek to cheek.
The female lays her eggs and the male fertilizes them.
~Nature on PBS
Maybe someone's as lonely as me,
Sitting on a shore by the sea.
We don’t need to attempt
to look for marvellous evil,
Many of us will indeed face it
when tasting
the intense feeling of love,
However,
we should beware of turning to the devils,
as we have a unique life
full of many opportunities
to share with others,
And in the title of the poem you see
there are a lot of fish in the sea
E-arly seventh January,
S-aturday shares a fine weather;
P-ouring rain disappears,
I-t's a lovely morn
E-ver.
A-s you wake from slumber,
B-eautiful day begins to break;
R-ise of the world's beacon
I-s erasing the Friday's ache.
G-et up from the bed, leave the night's misery;
O-pen your eyes and watch the flying fish in the sea.
All the fish in the sea
Do not drink any tea
And they don’t have some bread
For to eat with ham spread.
Fish in the Sea
You Left and Went Far Away
I Was Broken and Beaten down
There Wasn't Much Hope I'd Get Better,
A Reason for Living Couldn't Be Found.
I Thought My Life Was Over,
I Had No Reason to Go On.
What Good Was I Without You?
But You Were Simply Gone
I Still Lived and Breathed,
But at Times I Would Just as Soon Not.
Somehow I Had to Change it
And Cause the Pain to Stop.
Then One Day There Came a Dawning,
Like Lightning out of the Sky.
You Simply Were Not Worth It.
It Was Then I Ceased to Cry.
Now Everything Is Better.
My Life Doesn't Have to End.
There Are Lots of Fish in the Sea
And I Am on the Mend.
Connie Moore
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they said don,t you cry she,s no worth it
there,s plenty more fish in the sea
yet here i am i,m still crying
cos what good are fishes to me
i once was a really good fisherman
i had more than 1 fish in my net
but its true what they saythe one that gets away
is the one that you never forget
they said don,t you cry she,s no worth it
there,s plenty more fish in the sea
yet here i am i,m still crying
cos what good are fishes to me
i once was a really good fisherman
i had more than 1 fish in my net
but its true what they saythe one that gets away
is the one that you never forget
they said don,t you cry she,s no worth it
there,s plenty more fish in the sea
yet here i am i,m still crying
cos what good are fishes to me
i once was a really good fisherman
i had more than 1 fish in my net
but its true what they saythe one that gets away
is the one that you never forget
they said don,t you cry she,s no worth it
there,s plenty more fish in the sea
yet here i am i,m still crying
cos what good are fishes to me
i once was a really good fisherman
i had more than 1 fish in my net
but its true what they saythe one that gets away
is the one that you never forget
O baby you have made me insult-proof
Though if you are a home I am your roof
Now you can insult me as much as you wish
I live in the sea of my tears like a fish
Now you can forget me but I will love you always
I will do my level best to see smile on your face
Now you avoid me like a cat avoids dog
Although you can make me a prince from a frog
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