Twas gazing from my beachside lair
when what my eye did see
the whisking waves toward ocean's shore
cannolis in the sea
With raging force the ebb and flow
crashed slowly 'pon the shore
while tubing movement rolled in power
till wave became no more
One by one their constant roll
the curling baker's batch
where tumbled weeds of sea below
tossed in cannolis ratch
Till constant change became advent
for waters altered flow
cannolis time now distant past
till clashing winds did blow
And just as life doth bring its rolls
while watching from the shore
the constant change the ocean's friend
cannolis be no more
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