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Tuesday, 7 July 2009 07:55 An army's unmanned
By a walk on the sand:
In gusts, the crabs run away
Waving their claws
And gnashing their jaws
At bare children's toes that stray.
---L.
By a walk on the sand:
In gusts, the crabs run away
Waving their claws
And gnashing their jaws
At bare children's toes that stray.
—21 September 2002
I think this was from a visit to San Diego.---L.