Upon the seashore she longed for more
little seashells that kissed the sands well.
Across the sea's floor, no color would bore,
and little pearls fell that would cast a spell.
Little beauties explore, from the center core,
casting a sweet bell on top the seashell.
Upon the seashore's she longed for more
little seashells that kissed the sands well.
Off white or pastel a precious gift to tell.
A sweet passionate score, around her neck wore,
a gift to explore, that gram had in store.
A gift one can't sell, or be cursed to swell.
Upon the seashore's she longed for more
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Love you baby, greeeaat job...Scott 
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