by B-Miles Jackson
The sea is crystal clear,
Blue sky with white clouds,
That play in the sky,
Sea shells line the shore.
A crab moves to the water's edge,
Only to be wash ashore,
Time and time again.
The tide turns,
The sea crab swims out to sea.
From:
In The Courtyard
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Last updated April 22, 2015