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The sleepy sound of a tea-time
Slaps at the rocks the sun has dried,
Too lazy, almost, to sink and
Round low peninsulas pink with thrift

Descended to the shore, odd how we leftthe young girl with us to herself, and wentstraight to examine the stratified cliffs,forgot her entirely in our interest
You marvelled at the shapes the clockwork seahad worn the stone, talking keenly, u...