Shells have figured prominently in my life the last week. It all started with that photo I got over at ASSORTED, then led to a feverish dream that spawned yesterdays little poem. I just want you to know, concerning that poem, that everything I say about the oysters feeling cozy comfortable and at home making them easier to shuck is true.
And Martijn says he never heard an Oyster poem before, so I offer up this little novelty- I imagine them being on the same beach Martijn walks along on dreary Rotterdam days.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF THE ARTIC CIRCLE
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Thanks for the custom job. Dreary Rotterdam days indeed!
Come to think of it, I think I did read some oyster poems after all. I recently read a book of South Pacific poetry and some of the ones not about sex, the gods, canoes, volcanoes and the ocean were about oysters.
Good old Alice in Wonderland... another Disney victim. But nice!
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