She flitted around the casino Like a hermit crab on a rock, Feeding coins into slot machines Till well past three o’clock. . The flirty slots whistled at her, They cooed, “hey Sexy, over here!” Oh, what those slots wouldn’t give, Just to have her near. . But only the lucky were chosen, When she […]
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Seeking New Shells
. The red hermit crab he keeps looking at the shell its the same damn shell . ~ by guest poet Savannah Frost .
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