A Red Fish Loves THE Strawberries

Why Jim's door is closed
He must be in some trouble
No fishing today
I am a kind of lost
Should I go home
The strawberry field?
Somebody would drop
A poem like blood
I wanna lay down and taste
The strawberries
To remember of my childhood
“Yes, I was a red fish, indeed
You used to feed me poems
You really loved me once”

“Was there such a door?
Was it really closed?”
Maybe just in my mind
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