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Inside this water box of impending doom
I calculate my last days
And as I wonder why my food falls from the sky
And why invisible surrounding walls barrier my escape
I realized there's no way out.
But I doubt that.
My only reasonable escape is through the sky of a million faces.
Faces that are staring. .
Faces that are watching. .
- by Acelin Rae |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/02/2009 |
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- Title: Oscar the Oscar
- Artist: Acelin Rae
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Description:
A poem about my fish Oscar the Oscar. Who surprisingly won an Oscar for writing a poem!
How many fish do you know that can do that? - Date: 12/02/2009
- Tags: oscar oscar
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Freya Goddess Of War - 01/02/2011
- This is a pretty nice poem. As 'Amish Internet Abuser' said, I like the way way you described the fished point of view. If you write another poem, I would love read it.
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- Paper Crane Kiko - 12/18/2009
- i dont know... i find my fish sampson to surprisingly happy in his fish bowl........ he does not like the air.... lolz why doesnt oscar feel comfortable in his bowl? do you clean it often enough? is the water you put in his bowl hot or cold? it seems that he is unhappy for one reason or another......... but hey whatever its your fish.... he is probably suicidal... like my first fish phillip....(may god rest his soul)..... peace keep writting!
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- Muscle MILF - 12/06/2009
- Wow. I like the fishes point of view you so delicately described. biggrin
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