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| The conch has had his home in a shell. His future he cannot foretell. He's shy to the touch, doesn't eat much, And comes out when he's feeling well. Seagulls are winging to quarters unknown, Some in a flock but there's one who's alone. Why is he flying apart from the rest? Maybe the lone gull has failed some great test. He's independent!could be by his choice. Maybe they don't like the sound of his voice. If he gets lonely he might well come back, Joining the others in one happy track. | ||
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