PHILLIPINE ISLES, JONAH

There by the ocean, that tiny cove.

No tides come in or go out!

Sure, ocean level.  Just stays the same!

Philippine Islands clout!

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Same in India, like garbage collected,

Ocean’s edge, pure despicable!

Until a storm drives it farther out,

Way south India conditional.

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Then Dumagette, Philippine Islands,

Negros to single the Isle.

This tiny cove about 30 feet within,

Nothing there to defile.

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Bobby Omigo, a Philippine girl,

Pure as the driven snow!

Lived with her parents, an only child.

Huge history book to show.

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Always studying, planning to go,

Stateside some sweet day.

Become a nurse, in that promised land,

If she had her way!

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Perfect American her speech!

She had practiced, could tell!

Picture perfect, beautiful,

Living in that shell.

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Just stepped out back, to look around.

“Careful!”  Her warning ignored.

One foot into their sewer,  foot deep!

Whole acre  treated  afford.

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Uugg!  I tore to their cove.  Dove in!

Ever eyes open.  Near hit!

This one largest fish seen anywhere.

Out of there!  Every bit.

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Thinking of Jonah,  his “Big Fish”,

But this one sure kept it clean.

Slobbers for that starfish down there!

As though it had never been!

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Next morning, looked!  Starfish still there,

15 or twenty feet  down.

Whoever said, “Those people not clean.”

Some stupid American clown!

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Sure, it’s me The Sam  09.17.11

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