Aquaphile Chronicles

When I was little I spent my days wishing on star fish
Wanting to be a siren of the sea,
Figured mermaid was the life for me.

I assumed all sailormen’s tales to be my history

Convinced I arrived from foliage of sea weed

Rather than derived from a lineage of oak seed

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Or perhaps I am the stuff of drift wood… if I only could

I finally got old enough to give that dream up
But young enough to call my bluff

I figured, if I am confined to a life of two loose feet

Then I might as well put them to good use

R.C. Serra

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