Once I dreamed of oceans distant, and my tiny daughter living an instant. On sandy stretches of ocean blue, inside a tiny house lived us two. Suddenly the horizon withdrew, and there a giant tsunami grew. My fatherly instincts kicked in to protect, my tiny daughter who I'd ne'er neglect. We rushed inside and hid up high, on the top bunk we will not die. When the water came we were OK, for it did not reach us this terrible day. I hugged my tiny daughter, and splashed a bit in the water. When all of a sudden I awoke to find, I was still a childless wannabe mother.

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