Poems ✍️
  02.10.2025
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Author: Robert Louis Stevenson

At The Sea-Side

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.


  Childhood sea play wonder

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