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Nov 2016
Shrimp is . .
Sometimes crispy,
But sometimes soft.
It’s from the ocean,
Where the wind is blowing,
And the seagulls are hanging around.

Sometimes you can’t believe,
That it used to be in the sea.
With the dolphins, whales, and fish.

Shrimp comes in varieties!
And people eat it in societies!
If you say you hate it, you’re lying undeniably.
You eat it with anxiety.
(Well, if you’re a vegetarian)
LovelyLittlePoet
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   Dana Colgan and CapsLock
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