The sun goes down as we set off through bushes,
equip with homemade torches in hand,
A wish to catch land crabs by the bushels,
And stuffing our large crocus sack was our plan.
Focused to hear crabs crawling on the ground,
shoving vines and branches out of our way,
Thrilled to glimpse a yellow crab crawling around,
I launched forward,...
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