A man wandered down to the shore one day
to see the sea did he.
The sand was bare,
no-one was there,
so he counted the waves of the sea.
In they rolled each one in turn
reaching out to touch the shore.
One, two, three,
in rolled the sea,
each wave after the wave before.
He counted a fair few waves that day,
as on the shore he stood alone.
‘til the sun set in the west
the waves never seemed to rest,
So he wandered back to his home.
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