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SANIBEL BEND
Conchosis by Enid P. Donahue
Forgive me, my dear, for not writing..
I fear a most tragical end:
My head is bent low; my footsteps are slow..
I've come down with the Sanibel Bend.
Each morning I follow the ebb tide;
I'm aimlessly searching the sand;
I've a crick in my neck; my elbow's a wreck
From balancing shells on my hand.
My shoes are quite worn to a frazzle..
I'll be glad when my holiday's done!
I've lost thirty pounds while doing the rounds..
I'll soon fade away to a ton!
I've a curve in my neck like a heron;
My nostrils the sea smells offend;
I stick out at the back from this vicious attack
Of the malady, Sanibel Bend.
But ah! What a ghastly psychosis!
For the worst of it is, so they say,
Once you've had an attack, it always comes back.
And you come to the Island to stay.
It isn't the miles that you walk that count;
Nor the fish you catch and proudly mount;
Nor the shells you find of various hue;
It's just that HERE is the place for You.
COPR. 1953, WILFRED FUNK, INC.
ยป TH E
SHBLLERS.
CAPTIVA
FLORIDA
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