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[This sea that tosses the sea weed brown]



[This sea that tosses the sea weed brown]

This sea that tosses the sea weed brown
By the quay of our little nothern town,
And floats great ships—and in bay and reach
Laughs with the children at play on the beach—
How strange to know that it breaks its waves
Round palm-crowned islands, with coral caves.
E. Nesbit.