Shells I collect from far and near,
The memories they hold are crystal clear.
As I gently hold one up to my ear,
It holds feelings that are always near.

The special one is pearly white,
The others are always in sight.
Its razor sharp and clearly light,
Always special to me - all right!

Sea shells are always diverse,
To me, the special one is more than the universe.
It holds stories which are exciting,
And adventures which are enticing.

It will be always be known for sure,
As: ‘The seashell from the sea shore’.



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