I once had 3 hermit crabs,
but they all died 1 by 1 while molting.
I once had 3 hermit crabs,
But they all died 1 by 1 while molting.
Its like they didn't know what to do,
But I think at least they were fighting.
They fought to stay alive,
just right before they died.
They fought to stay alive,
just right before they died.
The last one told me he would live,
but he lied.
I've kept their shells till this day,
some say its creepy.
I've kept their shells till this day,
some say its creepy.
But I don't think it is,
though I am a bit loopy.
They're displayed on my bookshelf, and all around my small room.
They're displayed on my bookshelf, and all around my small room.
Brings back memories to lookat them,
puts me in a sad cocoon.
My hermit crabs and I have had some good times.
My hermit crabs and I have had some good times.
But now they're gone,
they've had their time.
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My Poems
RandomJust a collection of poems I've written. Some from the past, some present, and more to come in the future.
