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Finding Clam For Sustenance

My feet touches the bottom land As my feeling start to quiver damn Scratching those toes on silty sand In the hope I can find a clam. Fortune pay a price in waiting Inch by inch I'm starting to find Boulders of clam in seabed setting Excitement painting my mind. Labor showing enthusiasm I confess A hungry belly want to cook an obsess All in all a happy one sack we possess A laborious day harvest of clam a success.

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