Kiddie Pools
So deep, so deep.
Sarcasm is my towel.
Kiddie pools,
With more feet than I,
Still, I hold more gallons.
The color of my floaties,
Nor the color of my suit,
Reflect the light underneath the water.
Only the walls beneath the ground hold the light we search for.
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