My shell
My bell
An old song long past
Interrupts my need to retreat
Some sixties pop group
A delicious music loop
Breaks the pattern
And gives me a lantern
To walk through this door
And approach life’s lore.

My shell
My bell
An old song long past
Interrupts my need to retreat
Some sixties pop group
A delicious music loop
Breaks the pattern
And gives me a lantern
To walk through this door
And approach life’s lore.

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