| If I were to bleed from a wound or two, You’d note in amazement, my blood is blue. I’m found as a fossil in ancient stone, Yet living today, I’m almost a clone. My eyes will adjust a great many fold, To see by the moonlight, who I can hold. If I could tell my mate, I would say it is true, These wonderful eyes are only for you. I’m one of the last to die from pollution, A living exception to evolution. |
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