I picked ~ a decima

I picked sea shells crusted with white

pickled in ancient ocean spice

I dug my toes in, it felt nice

till a crab crawled up for some light

and gave me a terrible fright

My three year old lungs yelled out loud

spraying sand and shells all around

I lost my balance and flat fell

face down on that crawling crab shell

running my little pride aground

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