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The Miser

by Ruby Archer

I caught old Ocean this morning early
Down on his knees on the shore.
Shells were hung in his beard so curly,
He was counting his golden store.

He let it glitter between his fingers,
Tossed it bright in his hand.
No such wealth in the fabled Indies—
Treasure of golden sand.

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