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Words by Laurel Armstrong
     Art by Aron Simkins

Upon the Ocean Floor he lies.
Great sorrows squish his blobby eyes.

His nose downturned; his face a frown.
Though really that’s because we’ve removed him from his natural environment where the ambient pressure of being 4,000 feet below sea-level shapes his boneless form into something resembling a fish.
Some are better when they stay down.

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