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    Poems by an Octopus
    Poems by an Octopus
    Poems by an Octopus
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    Poems by an Octopus

    By Leo Crawford

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    "I will swim,
    The sea will be my friend,
    Be your 'him',
    Cleaned up in the end."

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLeo Crawford
    Release dateAug 11, 2022
    ISBN9781005260095
    Poems by an Octopus
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    Leo Crawford

    I was born.I continue to breath oxygen, and I have a cat.I believe the cat also breaths oxygen, but can not confirm.

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