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I want to be a shell

but not in a shelved jar –

on the beach

take me back

let me be me

for I want to play

the music of the waves

as they rush me to shore

and hear the happy laughter

of the child who has found me

and I want to feel

the inquisitve touch

of creative hands

assessing my worth

for their art

if discarded then reborn

first thrown and flying

then diving down deep

where I must surrender

to the wish of the sea

will she grind me to sand

in her rough to and fro

or throw me back out

amongst the necklace of seaweed

to be the jewel of the shoreline

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What do you want to be?