Ode to a Dead Fish

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Staring, silent,

thoughtfully,

through finger-printed glass,

Ancient Fishy watched as all

the visitors would pass

What he thought we

cannot say,

for that he never said

We shall miss him just the same

Alas!  For he is dead

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In fond memory of Cedric, beloved hotel fish and often my sole companion during those solitary off-season shifts...