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Crab Feast (Nonet)

It runs gracefully across the sand Feet leaving prints as it passes Gracefully moves its own way Delicacy for some It’s now on the run Dashing for hole Peppered spice It’s hot Crabs!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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