Shel Snowverstein
on the beach
scouring for cowries
Snowsock on his toes
"suck my Snow Cock, bros"
it takes a keen eye, and a keen eye.
what's left is right, get into it
you can't spell intuition without it
"it" is in tuition, too: two issuances
The market for seashells is virtually nonexistent (emphasis added)
but there's seashells galore, a neverending free supply
as mollusks are left for dead, among the floating plankton
hermit crabs are fickle - the nomads of the sea
I search for the Evershell
the Purple Conch
Seashellbiscuit
Mishell Obama
Snailmobile 5000
The one thing I know is
I'll never snowshell again.
At least not on shrooms
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