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| The child has it the child has it and knows that it is precious feels it in a pocket warmed moist by a hand walks all the way to the end of the breakwater spins it out among the gulls it vanishes with a small plop the child turns and walks home with a full heart knowing that the precious is for always with the sea buys an ice-cream and two chocolate-bars misses the cracks on the pavement scratches a puppy through fence-wire kicks stones, kicks tin-cans | |