My mother calls me a duck
A duck on the surface appears calm and unweighted
A duck beneath the water paddles furiously to stay afloat
My mother calls me a duck
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A world unlike your own
PoetryNot poetry, just words. My world is different to yours. Here's a slither of it. Come find me Best rankings: #1 in Poembook #1 in Therapeutic #3 in Thoughts #29 in Poetry
