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Cute Little Sea Snail

Cute Little Sea Snail From this cute little shell, you made your home. You take it with you, wherever you roam. So lovely as it is, it is also so sad. There is only room for one, No husband, no wife, no mother, nor dad. And when your children come to sup Where shall the Hors d’Oeuvres go? There’s no room to dine, And no hanging place for photos to show. “Are you lonely,” is my question to you. Because when visiting hours are over without a clock that chimes You take your welcome mat and leave And you leave nothing behind. by Martin Braun January 5, 2024

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