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11 August 2013

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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.

by Robert Louis Stevenson
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