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By The Residents Submitted by Semolina Pilchard Date: 2003 Jul 04 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.04.14.42.20037]] |
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She can see the silver sometimes Shining on the sea; Reflecting from the flying fishes Wishing she could be A little piece of sand that's blown Above the ocean's breeze, But all she has is thoughts of all those fingers peeling seeds, And leaving them to mold among The women watching weeds. Sem-o-lina Loves the seashells. At the shore she Loves the seashells. |