Friday, June 23, 2006

A poem...



His name was Jack
He was orange and black
And I got him on Halloween...
He was the very best fish
that one could ever have wished
another like him will not soon be seen.

2 comments:

Bobby said...

...jack got sick
he left behind peaches
i couldn't give him aspirin, morphine or leeches.
today he stopped swimmin
and started to harden,
so this morning i buried him deep in our garden.

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