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On the windy beach the sun is shining through with |
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weather fair |
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White horses riding on the seas pasture onto the |
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sand |
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Over the Dunes came a travelling man |
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Sack on back Wild flowers in his hand |
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Old rusty cans, pebbles 'bedded in the sand stand |
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and stare |
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Scratching his beard through the grass he steered |
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his sandy shoe |
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Disappearing in the dips pondering and wandering |
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along |
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Nice as you please comes the travelling man |
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Drinking a bottle of milk in his hand |
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Speaking to no one in particular but happily |
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Down where the gulls dance driftwood lying drying |
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for the fire |
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Yellow beak and sleek now the gulls are crying |
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flying higher |
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Out from the sea came a little green Crab |
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Taking the Sun the morning being very drab |
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Old rusty cans, pebbles 'bedded in the sand stand |
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and stare |
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The Tinker and the Crab |
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The Tinker and the Crab |
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The Tinker and the Crab |
