Now this fear that someone comes
Maybe they will see me
That's not supposed to be
The rules outside the magic forest
Say that I must flee
Trouble always comes my way
From taking all these chances
I watched the fish in this pond
Before I made advances
Now my hopes for passers by
They will not notice me
If I get out of this I swear
I'll try more carefully
Not to be so bold again
Until next time I think
I can get these little fish
Before their eyes can blink
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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