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Nov 2015
Summer days bright and hot
Come let's go to our favourite spot
Grab your bucket and your *****
Icecream to eat with lemonade

Mum brings the sun cream
Dad brings the car
Everything in the boot
Soon we will be on or way
Hope its not far

Watching all the fields go flying by
Cows and sheep we spy
We're on our way to the seaside
Singing all the way

Mum puts the towels out
Dad all red and hot
We just play in the sand
What a jolly lot

Seabirds cry above our heads
As fish and chips are eaten
Greedy birds swoop on down
Pinching anything that's left

Tired eyes sleepy yawns
The day had come to rest
Going home we sleep so sound
Dreams that are the best
Sin
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