The Penguin

June 10, 2009
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The ice and water are mine,
My elements of living
As I hunt for fish
In my permanent dinner party attire.
When the freezing time comes
And the ice takes over
I will huddle in a group
Of hundreds for warmth
Longing for my lover to return,
While using the body heat
Of everyone else I love
Upon your homecoming
Just a glimpse of you could make
My useless wings work
And I could finally fly.

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