The Fish Line
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Category : Poems
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My poem's better than yours. My poem's win all wars. My words out letter you. My words make you look like a fool. My rhymes come from the source. Yours from the back of a horse. I'm here to bring it on. Your here to receive the gong. Mine come from our line. Which continues for all time. Written by the first Fish. And still tasty and delish.
