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If I lived in a seashell,
life would be easy,
perhaps even swell,
but as I do not live in a seashell,
and can but wish that I did,
I sit and listen for the ocean,
content to wait,
waiting for my shell,
my sea in a shell.

A. R. Frederiksen is a recurring guest blogger here at BnV, and her own writing blog can be found here, where she dabbles in flashfiction/poetry and reflects over the ABCs of writing.