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During youth I was quite the collector of ocean cretin's annealed sandcastles Though the hosts inside could not be cheaper, their fleshy coats were worth all the hassles Content I was amassing worn seashells; monthly did this fine collection accrue Though furnished, barren felt those wooden shelves, as even pearls are lesser than a jewel Still, the sand was warm; the waves were soothful and regardless of what hollowness struck, the beach granted a chance to feel fruitful so long as one had either skill or luck Alone was I, but daresay not lonely, but I was not merry until married.
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Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 6:55 PM UTC
Sonnet to Collecting Seashells
During youth I was quite the collector of ocean cretin's annealed sandcastles Though the hosts inside could not be cheaper, their fleshy coats were worth all the hassles Content I was amassing worn seashells; monthly did this fine collection accrue Though furnished, barren felt those wooden shelves, as even pearls are lesser than a jewel Still, the sand was warm; the waves were soothful and regardless of what hollowness struck, the beach granted a chance to feel fruitful so long as one had either skill or luck Alone was I, but daresay not lonely, but I was not merry until married.
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Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 6:55 PM UTC
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