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There was a roaring in the sky;
The sea-gulls cried as they blew by.
We tried to talk, but had to shout—
Nobody else was out.
When we got home, we had sand in the hair,
In the eyes and the ears and everywhere;
Whenever a good nor'-wester blows,
Christopher is found with Sand-between-the-toes.
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