Subterranean Homesick Fish

In deep dark ponds you gently glide, You made this cave your place to hide; Blessed with neither scales nor sight, You struggle blindly in the light.   The floods came down and flushed you out, Like Incy Wincy up the spout; Into a land of sun-drenched blight, You struggle blindly in the light.   … Read more

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