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He had trouble hopping in the currents. His usual flexible fins seemed stubby in the water. He splashed and swished, flexing and relaxing his long muscles. He got no where no matter the angle.
The three arrows follow each other like a beagle chasing its tail The blue reminds me of the sky before there  The letters on the front are a message to make the world a better place
   When the earth falls down, I for one won’t be around. Instead, you’ll see me standing near, Up in the clouds with nothing to fear.
This startedWhen the Gods chose death to be man's allotment.   And though they were wary of our pleas and demandsThe Gods kept life inside of their hands  
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