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At the Sea-side

by Robert Louis Stevenson, 1885

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.

Published in A Child's Garden of Verses

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