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Seashells

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Thanks to Zingarapoet.net for publishing the following poem today.

Seashells

                                                       —for Mary

Open like a seaside cave

  the waves roll in, roll out

    the bats fly in, fly out

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And then you come, brief tourist

  flashlight in hand, your oohs and aahs

    only your absence left behind

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