As I was getting yelled at (the Why is not important, at least just this once)

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I don’t think
So I float
And coast on the sea
Slick as grease
And course as sand
I beat on the shore
My size fills the gills
And tethers feathers
So neither can survive
I try to stop
But
Oil and water
Just don’t mix





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