A periwinkle shell
On the side of the street
A beautiful treasure
Dug up by my feet
I turn and stop
I search the sand
I see it buried
Reach out a hand
I pick it up
Then walk away
It’s just broken plastic
To my dismay
On the side of the street
A beautiful treasure
Dug up by my feet
I turn and stop
I search the sand
I see it buried
Reach out a hand
I pick it up
Then walk away
It’s just broken plastic
To my dismay

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