Central High School - Red and Black Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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TO A SEA SHELL Sen Shell, Sea Shell, Sing me a song, Oh plcascf A song of ships and sailor men, Of parrots and tropical Irens. Of islands lost in :he Spanish main Which no man ever may find again, Of lishes and coral under the wav:-s And sea-horses smbled in great gI'0PH CGU95. ' Sea Shell. Sea Shell, Sing me iz song, Oh please! -Amy Lowell -.:.,, ' ' f .i.

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