There are women
That work on the beach
Selling seashells
And all they do is scour
Every morning
Selling the bones of mollusks
And their protective layers.
Sounds decrepit and their life
Is always lived cheap.
They make money on what the beach gives them.
Took an easy route, too easy.
And that’s why it’s cheap.
To live that way.
It shouldn’t be for the bone harvesting.
If you really think about it.
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