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Doing Laps


digging a riverbed

a weird lump of rock

but it had legs, a head

some fossilized junk

some long dead

mud smeared brute


I took it home

dropped in liquid

it jumped to life

shocking me to death


grabbing it

and plopping into a basin

washing poison from the armour


I splashed the bath

roaring to a full tub

and my friend

swam elegant laps

I fed him scraps

and phoned my dad

the scientist

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