Damn sand,
Every damn day,
No matter how lustrous,
No matter how valuable,
Still, nothing but sand,
Until a pearl of great price,
My price, mind you,
Pops forth from the ooze
Hidden inside this ugly, gray rock
Of a shell, my home.
How would you like
A pillow of sand?
Eat me!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
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