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This is a poem that I wrote about a very lucky dolphin. Not all dolphins are as lucky as this one was. Thousands of dolphins are killed every year by fisherman's nets. I could not let that happen to my little dolphin. Please be sure to only buy Tuna that is dolphin safe.
I hope you enjoy my
poem,
R2dolphins
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from the glistening wave Surfing and swimming in the crest trying to behave His mother had warned
him
But he did not listen
He was unaware of the
danger
He was caught in a net
He screamed and he echoed
Then all of a sudden
She was so beautiful
She removed a large shell
At last he was free
The dolphin was grateful
The mermaid led the way
They swam away together
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not in a cage for the world to see. Dolphins Dream of the big blue ocean,
Dolphins Dream of jumping high,
Dolphins Dream, so let them be.
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it holds many magical creatures inside. The most magical is the DOLPHIN it seems, their joyous spirit glows and gleams. Swimming for joy, both far and near, they'll sing their song for all to hear. Come join the pod and have some fun, part of the group, never more then one! |
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see their spirit grow and glimmer. Swim on DOLPHIN, reach the top, never look back and never stop. The sea is calling, so dive on in, wave that tail and raise that fin. Give a jump for fun and glee, then get on up and dance with me! |
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One silver shadow. A blade that cuts the ocean Without a ripple. Another dolphin.
Now the blade joins the shadow.
One giant leap together,
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My Mom lost her fight with cancer on Nov. 13, 2007 |
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A smile that is especially kind. A life that has lived from day to day with only your kids in mind. It takes a world of faith
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Please do not drink and drive, when you do, you take someone else's life into your hands. |
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I visualize you as a child Gallant by taking wide new steps, Fishing on the lake, Mischievious play with companions. You stood out from the rest,
The time came for your final curtain call,
If you look down upon us,
For those with eyes, see our tears.
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October 11, 1999 |
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Don't worry daddy, I'll try not to cry. I loved you dearly, you knew this was so.
The angels were calling, they needed you home.
God had a mission, something he needed from
you.
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