beach visit
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.
-Robert Louis Stevenson
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It looks as though you have strayed far from the Illinois cornfields. I hope you are having a wonderful time at the beach
# Posted By katieQ
| 7/13/10 8:00 AM
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