Gold Fish
Two gold fish
Swimming in the jar
With their silky tails
Trailing behind
Like a veil
Of a bride
Looked so much alike
I never could say
Which one is which
Yet there was
Your fish 'the rosy'
And my fish 'the pinky'
It was good
The jar broke
And the pinky died
Unlike me
I am sure
It would not have
Survived
With out its mate
Rosy around...!
poem by Rowving Smith
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