Algy decided that as he had spent so much time sitting on the seaweed and watching the water, he ought to write a poem about it. He got out his pencil and moleskine notebook, but he just couldn’t think of a suitable rhyme for seaweed, so he dangled his feet in the water and waited for further inspiration …


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