There was an old crab that hurried
Light on her feet in a scurry.
When caught in the rocks
Her eyes wound like clocks
As the tide came in in a flurry.
Sally Lightfoot
Wild Muses
There was an old crab that hurried
Light on her feet in a scurry.
When caught in the rocks
Her eyes wound like clocks
As the tide came in in a flurry.
Dad says you need another in in your last sentence. Xx
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Didn’t want to exceed my syllable count by more than 1 count but I’ve listened anyway and added it.
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Awesome!
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