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

 

Skeptical I derived from a family lineage of oak seed
Convinced I arrived from frothy foliage of sea weed

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Or perhaps drift wood… if I only could

 

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

 

Bound in irony confined to a life of two loose feet

 

Figured I might as well put them to good use

R.C. Serra

 

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