Pink Dolphnis

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No dorsal fin she has,
Gental and kind,
Smart in the mind,
A savor to us all on land.
A rosequarts in the water,
Freshwater,
Saltwater,
It's all the same to her daughter.
Thier laughs are always joyful,
Thier cries are always low,
And when they go hunting,
I like to think they glow.
The rest can be a story,
That will soon turn into myth,
Unless we save these creatures,
Pink dolphins in our mits.





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