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Charlotte’s Shells

Was looking for some change To do the laundry on 8th Street When I came across Charlotte’s shells She had always wanted to Come to the ocean with me But as she never could come I did what I thought Was the next best thing I picked up a shell One for every trip One for every beach That Charlotte could not Share with me There are nine Charlotte shells For the next time that we meet If we never do I’ll always have Charlotte’s shells
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mark-butkus
Canadian
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Oct 20, 2011
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