Beaches
By greywolf
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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Walking along the beach,
I stop and looked over the sea.
Looking over I saw,
A piece of driftwood.
On the driftwood I sat and watched,
Sea gulls soar over head.
And as I got up to walk away,
The sky it turned so Grey.
And the tide came in so very strong,
With my driftwood upon the sea.
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