At the Seaside | ||
~Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| When I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore. My holes were empty like a cup, In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more. | ||
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Tuesday, June 28, 2011
At the Seaside ~Robert Louis Stevenson
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