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O To Be An Octopus
O To Be An Octopus
O, to be an octopus exploring ancient wrecks
Popping through their portholes and sitting on their decks
A large exotic octopus with colour changing skin
That switches its appearance to match the mood I’m in
Or perhaps a tiny octopus that tickles swimmers’ feet
Before it squirts to safety in the murky ocean’s deep
I’d like to be an octopus with eight long arm...
Friday 23rd February 2024 5:49 pm
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