Ol' Shell is sixty two today, they say..

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Since Shell sees sea shells by sea shores,

what's she see all those sea shells for?

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Ol' Shell is sixty two today, they say

and ev'ry day throughout the coming year,

will keep that number with her till the day

she's sixty three (like me, but then I fear

that I will have moved on to sixty four).

See Shell lives by the sea, and she shall get

the joy of seeing sea and sand.. and more, 

like sky and space, and scintillation yet

she'll laugh and do some painting and adore

her friends & fam-i-ly, as she is wont

to, and as she would want herself - what for?

for taking life as it comes, with each font

as it presents itself, in acts that tell

(us each & ev'ry person in the mix)

of life that is for heaven, against hell.

Creative love makes palettes up to fix

a scene that's seen with opened eyes (& heard

by opened ears) as life appears & comes

to sometimes seem so quite strange, so absurd,

as fact or feeling that makes good, or numbs..

And she sees sea shells by sea shore. What's more,

she hears the mythic sea and real one too.

By opening her eyes herself to score,

(of head and of the mind) that sees anew

and in this partnership creative love,

(who gives both eyes and ears, to see & hear)

has mind to partner more with shell and dove,

to aid more beauty, as it would appear.

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