Beach
By abby
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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The sliver waves lap, coming ang going like love,
the grains of sand, hot as the sun beams bright above,
rocks klink togehter and roll down the beach,
people love the beach, they all stick like a leach,
sand castles high in the sand,
the sea creeps up and washes away the land,
the time has come and people leave as quikly as they can,
washing away the salty smell and admiring their sexy tan!
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