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Feb 2015
She Shells
as the sea sells
waves of goodbye
or maybe of hullo
an exclamation
nor the sea sells
shells of her
for she shelves
what is left
for others to see
and sells on the shore
in colours of green or more
but leaves the rest
on the sandy floor
Bruce Ruston
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Bruce Ruston
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