Whale.. Whale.. Whale..

A large mass of fat, blood, and organs, but a whimsical creature indeed. 

It bears no difference to others of its species; they’re all made up of the same things you see,

but through its noise it can be unique. 

It sings a song like none other of its kind,

and with this voice its beauty does shine.

 

 

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