The crabs were excellent, I agree
As I paused mid bite, you both looked messy
And we three pointed fingers at each other
That was a beautiful evening to remember
That dork was as cranky as ever
You crabby, and you know me as a king crab
Yet the three of us are an uncommon fit
Like the elements of some perfect storm
As we sat on the cliffs late that evening
Watching the seagulls, by the lighthouse
When the sunset painted the skies orange
We blended into one continuous silhouette
The post dinner walk was just as mad
We three seemed to be connected at the hip
I wouldn't have been wrong, if I had thought
A soul can exist in three distinct instances
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