The crocodile was sleeping by the soft, green bank of the nameless river...
a sweet dream caressed his stony eyes...
"If I could only be someone else
Someone who doesn't scare children playing by the river
Someone who can fall in love with a gentle creature..."
The dream knocked on his heavy hearth
but nobody was in ..
the gentle crocodile left its body by the river
in a lovely spring day...
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