Oh if only lily pads did,
Grow right out in the sand.
Then they would forever and always,
Fit right into your hand.
It's said that once we know this,
Our minds could even comprehend,
All the stars around us, are in our grasp to bend.
It is a simple common knowledge,
That so many do not believe.
That changing the size of a starfish, is something we can achieve.
So take to heart this poem,
And keep it close by.
For I am going to find you one,
Oh surely I will try.
I will search high and low,
Near and far, until I am exhausted to pieces.
But I will find that starfish you most dearly want,
Most likely among the beaches.
I love you.
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