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Six little fishes, they flit about, they are a joy to behold,

and I imagine them, instead of in my living room, in their mountain stream,

a hundred little fishes flitting about.

The sun shines and birds sing, and all is calm,

all my aches and pains float away, on fluffy white clouds,

a hundred little fishes.

Writer trapped in the daily grind of an IT Pro, parent to two boys. www.bydavepark.com & Buy me a coffee: ko-fi.com/davepark

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