Organic Matter
Although I was afraid of the great flood
I also knew that clay could come from mud
And the organic matter was in which portrayed the molding to a pearled sea shell
When opened confined a treasure
And the floor depth of no exact measure
A grave shallow as six, Lifted and went a drift
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