Shells Poem by Anthony Dawson

Shells

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Shells on the sand from the live sea,

shells of automobiles rusting.

The wind starts to cry,

howling inside the doors which greet dishonest lives.



Shells of houses in the Mayan heights;

clues for codes which could give honour back to our

hollow shells and rusted cars.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Uriah Hamilton 04 May 2005

I like'back to our hollow shells'

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Anthony Dawson

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