The Little Fish

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It started with a tingle, just a tickle on his shin.
But then, it went deeper, right into his skin.
The man thrashed, screamed, called for help.
But nobody could hear him yelp.
His movements went slow, then stopped.
And the little fish let go with a pop.
Nothing was left, neither skin nor vein.
But the little fish was hungry again.

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