I have a friend named Philip
Who lives here in my room
He comforts me and makes me laugh
In my time of gloom
Me and Philip are very different
But he's my only friend
And he doesn't seem to mind that much
That I live on land
I have a friend named Philip
Who breathes a different air
His air is blue,and cold, and wet
But I don't think he cares
I tell Philip my stories
And he listens without a peep
And always ask him for advice
If my heart sinks deep.
Philip is an amazing friend
But there is one thing I wish
It would be so much easier to hug him
If he wasn't my pet fish.
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Breathing Water
Poetry"Hello? Are you there?" I call up to the wall. Standing at the bottom it makes me feel small. The wall blocks my view but I know that you're there. With this new wall in your life it's hard to show you I care. "Will you please let me in?" I lean...
