Herbert’s Day At the Seaside

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While Easing my way down the boardwalk

I looked far out at the Briny sea.

The Crashing white waves seemed then to talk

Of evil Fake things at which we balk

Of Neptune, of Minerva, of me.

 

A Gloomy young Donkey stood quite still

It was separated from its friend

The Clapping and Bouncing upon the hill

The Hummingbird O’er the Whiskey mill

Where each Encounter Mentioned the end.

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