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Sunday, April 10, 2016

A Visit From The Sea

By Robert Louis Stevenson

Far from the loud sea beaches
   Where he goes fishing and crying,
Here in the inland garden
   Why is the sea-gull flying?
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Posted by Bill Roberts at 4:03 PM No comments:
Labels: Robert Louis Stevenson, Scottish
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