Poem #131

she sells seashells
at the shore
seaside

but it’s illegal
avoid the cops
she can sniff ’em

pretend to sell other wares
she shouts at beach goers
“great deals, almost steals”

the right people know
what she does
and they direct traffic

she will get rich
with this market
and nothing can stop her

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