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Friday, April 11, 2014

Promote Success #8: Poetry

By the Sea-Side 
~Robert Lewis Stevenson

When I went down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore. 

My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,

Till it could come no more.

Poetry is another way of
enjoying language and stories.

Celebrate Verse

Family Friendly Poetry

Keep them've got this!

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