The Purpose of a Conch

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Tiny, dull spikes covered it as part of its crust. 
It has no flesh, no soul, it was abandoned and ready for the taking. 
It had a hole to mingle with the wind when blown into. 
It gave the most elegant sound, loud, but it was fun to carry around.

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