maggie and milly
and molly and may
went down to the beach
(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly
she couldn't remember
her troubles,
and milly befriended
a stranded star
whose rays five
languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:
and may came home
with a smooth round stone
as small as a world
and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose
(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves
we find in the sea
~
E. E. Cummings
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