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Starfish Haze
On the beach bits were sharp with old shells
Sand dry as dust cushioned our feet
In a rock pool we saw the starfish
I'd never seen anything so neat
I've often thought of that creature
Its wonderful colourful ways
Moving at its own pace, shimmering,
In a mysterious starfish haze
Soon we saw another, from a family of gems
We stared and discussed Nature's pride
...Monday 13th April 2020 1:07 pm
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