it is a fish
that crawls
that grew wings
that flew
and once he talked
he sang
and no one
could silence him
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it is a fish
that crawls
that grew wings
that flew
and once he talked
he sang
and no one
could silence him
Never, oh! never, nothing will die... (Alfred Tennyson)
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let the conversation begin.
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Someone named Shaquana, Quana, Shaq, or something like that....
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