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the day in the life from a fishbowl

i sit on this table
my world is so small
they dont know i watch them
or hear me when i call
sometimes i am empty
and sometimes i am full
i carry around oscar
my body is his pool
oscar is a fish
he is my only friend
i have seen many oscars
since a fishbowls life doesnt end
people look through my body
and stare through my shell
i can hear all there thoughts
but a fishbowl wont tell
many come and go
but i sit here and stay
if only my freinds
would never go away





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