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At the Seaside

A Child’s Garden of Verses: Selected Poems
By 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.


September 1, 2018 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment