At the Sea-SideWhen 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.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
by Robert Louis Stevenson
by Robert Louis Stevenson
1 comment:
Love this!
I keep looking for the little girl that fits the shoes :)
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