Treasure Island

Shania K. Younce

(4-18-1996 / I can´t remember.)

'Abalone'


There is a faraway sea.
Where I have not been.
We have these shelled creatures imported.
The beautiful shell is sold.
The creature is sold.
Then is eaten.
That is the way it was told.
This creature is called abalone.

Submitted: Friday, December 27, 2013
Edited: Friday, December 27, 2013
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Abalone is the name of a large edible shellfish. Please comment at will and with honesty.

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  • * Sunprincess * (1/5/2014 7:31:00 AM)

    .......the abalone shell is so beautiful...my watch has the shell in the band...I bought it cause I love the sea...
    you have written a beautiful tribute to the abalone...enjoyed (Report) Reply

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