A million little fishies swam
with happy faces over the dam.
There, greeted by soft walls of rouge
and buoyed by waves of her deluge.
Hands clasped and tangles of the limbs
a shadow glides inside and dims
all light and space, in slow advance
invited early to the dance.
A million little fishies swam,
with happy faces over the dam.
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