Saturday, October 20, 2012

Poem for the Day - from childhood, for children-

At the Sea-Side By Robert Louis Stevenson 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./

Buddhist monks and autistic child.

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