|🌕| Fish, Thanks |🌕|

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Their eyes on the luxes,
the sharks in their tuxes,
all packed as sardines.

Something smells fishy;
it's not as it seems.

Their boss is a herring,
-he looks so daring-
no one is redder than he.

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