The Beach

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The white crashing waves roll to shore,
You run away but you still want more.
The sand covers your feet,
You towel can't be neat,
Umbrellas flying down the sand,
Someone runs to give you a hand,
Once your all tired out,
And finished running about,
Time to go home and have a sleep,
You had a great time at the beach!

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