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Some Impossible Love Story
Goldfish and a handheld mirror mated.
Tabloids and truth are rarely conflated.
She has a dinky dorsal.
Plus, her mind's never full.
I saw myself in him,
as transparent as I am dim.
Witty, no, Big Bird's listed as her closest kin.
Waters ain't ruffled, I adore Goldie's kinky lateral left fin.
Her scales sparkle with purpose and poise.
She swims in a cage, heedless of raising a noise.
Sweet tartare sauce! Gal reeled me in through her coy affection.
My prince is anything but a wall hanging for your reflection.
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Trina Layne
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