a work in progress...
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pockets full of seashells
beer bubbles in my nose
a mess of wind-blown matted hair
sand castles in my toes
precocious little crab legs
crawled out of an ice-cream cone
to make the salty solitude
seem a little less alone
i’m a royal shade of golden brown
the sea a stately blue
we’ll take over the world some day
soon as this rhyme is through
pockets full of seashells
a belly full of rum
in weight and worth, each reverie
far greater than their sum
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blistering barnacles, i made a rhyme!
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so fun, just like you! me likes!
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