A fish on a hill

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A fish on a hill went counting up to three, three steps to climb the hill, three strokes to reach the hill, three breaths to swim in that evening. I am counting up to three, three songs in repeat in my head, three strokes against the wall, three yawns in that evening, and still I am no fish, and not yet on the hill, but at least I can swim.

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