(*E.E. Cummings)
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Maggie and Milly and Molly and May*
Went down to the beach one day to play
Maggie and Milly, Molly and May
Went down to the beach one day to play
And Maggie discovered a shell that sang
So sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles
Maggie and Milly, Molly and May
Maggie and Milly, Molly and May
Whose rays, whose rays, five languid fingers were
Maggie and Milly and Molly and May
Maggie and Milly, Molly and May
And Molly was chased by a horrible thing
Which raced sideways while blowing, blowing, blowing
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 that we find at the sea