Beach Day

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Smell of the sea
Hot sand on my feet

Seaweed in our hair
But we don't care

Shells from the floor
Washing onto shore

Dive down deep
Find something to keep

Waves beat the rocks
And the docks

When it is time to say goodbye
We do not cry

Knowing we will be back next year
We cheer
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~ashley

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