absolutely Not about oysters
Such cloisters of oysters
purple kingdoms of tea
roads leading to know-where
will you come follow me?
I’ll sing you a seahorse
we’ll twirl top the sea
make dinners of rainbows
for a scallop goatee
the shrimp, how they’ll giggle
at the pink manatee
and we’ll sleep in fond sand
shall I love you machree?
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