11th AND ANIMAL
11th and Annual, or 11th and Animal,
I forget, but it's where I alwyas wanted
to live. Just a no-place at all; some joint
with a really weird name. In the same
vein, my goldfish once grew legs, hoisted
itself right out of the little water tank, and
walked off. I never did find out what happened
to it, nor how it adapted to needing to air
instead of water. Oh well.
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