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a small whale swims across the sea to my heart splashing through my dreams
I was created; Never evolved but always been orignal. All credit is due my Creator. I can be seen as the Angel of Death amongst beings, A saving grace to others, But most of all a royal dynasty.
Even as I write this, I am chuckling out loud. My puppy is laying beside me, Looking ever so proud. Not only is he sleeping, But amusing me too. He is getting a beauty rest,
As a rudder the fish use their tail It aids them in guiding their sail But if you were to ask Does it fail at its task Ask the tail of a whale can it sail.