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| afrika |
When I was a young girl I had a bottle of sand I found in a shop by the ocean When you rolled it over The shells and beads appeared Like the tide was turning them in There was a dried up starfish No bigger than a quarter And in horror I broke open the bottle I dropped the baby creature Into a cup of water And waited quite impatiently for it to live again Although I thought I saw it stir I must have been mistaken For the starfish was quite dead For the starfish was quite dead. e.e.cummings says: for whatever we've lost(like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea |
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| kariann | i actually thought that tid bit was quite interesting. | 060216 |
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| marked | . | 060216 |