These people call me the Great White Shark.
Sometimes it scares me.
Often they forget
that I'm just another fish in the sea.
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Spilled Ink
PoetryA piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
Just Another Fish
These people call me the Great White Shark.
Sometimes it scares me.
Often they forget
that I'm just another fish in the sea.
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