My feet trek through this land,
The itchy seaweed rubbing against my sole,
The sand makes my feet feel soft again,
I look for a space amongst the orangy brown,
A space wider than my feet, my open den,
A place amongst this sea whereby I can reflect.
Eureka! My feet find an opening,
Just wide enough to sit, without getting an itch,
Ah… I glance towards the nearest clump,
Of this odd plant and wonder what it taste like.
Seaweed blech! It looks friendly, sure.
But trust me only certain kinds are tasty,
The rest is not meant for human consumption.
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