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,
'Til it could come no more.
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Tuesday, December 8, 2009
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2 comments:
I loved these pictures and the poem. Looks like you guys are having a blast!
Really cold and a little icy here in Pampa, no sun yet. Well there is a sun it is just so overcast and yucky.
Keep having fun!
Jerri
Aw. That makes me happy. What a great post!
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