SoupsI AM LO-PAN OF THE DEEP BLUE SEA by J.E.Ante
Every year hundreds of thousands of sharks are captured and their fins are cut off before they are thrown back into the sea to die a slow death. Shark fin soup is a favorite Asian dish in the Far East. Support a ban of the cruel and wasteful practice of shark finning in your countries national waters.-- J.E. Ante
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I AM LO-PAN OF THE DEEP BLUE SEA by J.E.Ante
PI am Lo-pan of the deep blue sea. I am Lo-pan of the deep blue sea. I am Lo-pan ot the deep blue sea.
PI glide by day I glide by night I eat the fishes that run in fright. I glide I glide I see the sights I glide I glide I see the fright.
PI eat old fishes I eat dead too. I eat old fishes I can eat you too. I glide I glide I see the sights. I glide I glide I see the night.
PI hear fishes I hear them right. I hear fishes they run in fright. I glide I glide I turn and fight. I glide I glide I catch old one with bite. I carry my fishes into my bite I glide I glide I give thanks my bite.
PI glide I glide I see Hu-man right I glide I glide I see Hu-man fright. I glide I glide I fight web light I glide I glide I bite the web night.
PI caught web of steel and might I caught web steel of Hu-man might. I pull I bite web of light I bite I fight web of might.
PI top sea it bright of light I smell air of top of there. I fright I fight web of light I fight I bite steel of night. I fight I fight I fright I fright. I top the sea of bright light.
PI raise air and metal peer I fight I fright I gasp of air. I fight I fight I know not right I fight I fright I know not where.
PHu-mans bite and bite and bite my arms and legs of Lo-pans might. Hu-mans bite and bite and bite Lo-pans arms and legs of fright. Lo-pans arms and legs of fright.
P Lo-pan fights and fights and fights. Lo-pan sees the sea of sights, Lo-pan sees the sea of night, Lo-pan smells the fright the fright.
PHu-mans push Lo-pan to sea Hu-mans no want Lo-pan be. Hu-mans push Lo-pan to sea. Hu-mans no want Lo-pan be me.
PLo-pan is free is free is free. Lo-pan glides to sea to sea. Down and down no legs to be. Down and down no arms to be me.
PDown all down bottom of sea. Down all down in the sea. Lo-pan glide Lo-pan free Lo-pan have no way to breathe. Glide glide nose to sea. Glide glide on bottom of sea.
PLo-pan bites Lo-pan free. Hu-mans bites Lo-pans me. No legs to fish No arm to glide. Lo-pan bitten by Hu-mans knives. Glide glide on bottom of sea. Glide glide just to breathe.
PGlide glide just to breathe. Lo-pan glide glide to be. Glide glide bottom of sea. Glide glide to be me.
P Lo-pan hunger for fishes for me. Lo-pan hunger for strenght of them. Lo-pan hunger for fishes to be. Lo-pan hunger for me to be.
PLo-pan glides glides to breathe. Lo-pan glides so slowly. Days too long, nights too short. Lo-pan slows and glides less forth.
PLo-pan glides Lo-pan breathes. Lo-pan glides and gasps slowly. Lo-pan glides Lo-pan breathes Lo-pan slows and hears the rasps.
P Hu-mans bites Lo-pans legs. Hu-man bites Lo-pans wings. Days and night Lo-pans be. Days and nights Lo-pan breathes. Days and night bottom of sea.
PLo-pan weak gasp of breath. Lo-pan seek the great wide death. Lo-pan slows to see the end. Lo-pan weakest of breath and him.
P Lo-pan gasps Lo-pan pains Lo-pan dies the days of rain. Hu-mans takes Lo-pan"s wings. Hu-man bites the Lo-pan"s me. Hu-mans bite the Lo-pan"s me. -- J.E. Ante