it's always ourselves

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maggie and milly and molly and may

went down to the beach(to play one day) 

and maggie discovered a shell that sang 

so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,

and milly befriended a stranded star 

whose rays five languid fingers were; 

and molly was chased by a horrible thing 

which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and 

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 we find in the sea

{ I <3 e.e. cummings for having poetry that is also visual art }

       { and I heart poetry in general, for that matter. more on this soon. }

also.