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The sea was before him,
the cliffs were behind.
So he sat down and thought,
till a thought came to mind.

“I’ll build me a house.
There’s plenty of sand.
And I’ll build it right here,
build it here on the strand.”

So he built him a house,
oh so lovely and grand.
And he settled right in,
settled in as he’d planned.

He felt safe and secure,
as he said with a grin,
“I’m glad it’s all done,
cause the tides coming in!”

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