Throw a bottle in the ocean,
Wait a hundred years –
When it lands upon the shore
It may bring happy tears
To those strange collectors
Who stalk up and down a beach,
Looking for a cat's paw or
Perhaps a mummied leech.
Cast your bread upon the deep –
The Bible tells us so –
And you may have a table at
Some kind of antique show.
Ah, we spend our hours
Searching for we know not what
On the shores of Life;
so are we Saints or just a nut?
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