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Glistening in the sun, Sand can be so much fun. A towel on the ground, My worries are now unwound. Children always laughing, All the while they are splashing. Little Birds dart back and forth, Eating mollusks they work to unearth. Crisp, clear, blue water, Always to be seen in this saltwater. Shells upon shells. From conch to cockleshells. Hot sun always lead to ice cream, To help let off some steam. So many reasons different for each, On why the beach is so fun to reach.
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC
The Beach
Glistening in the sun, Sand can be so much fun. A towel on the ground, My worries are now unwound. Children always laughing, All the while they are splashing. Little Birds dart back and forth, Eating mollusks they work to unearth. Crisp, clear, blue water, Always to be seen in this saltwater. Shells upon shells. From conch to cockleshells. Hot sun always lead to ice cream, To help let off some steam. So many reasons different for each, On why the beach is so fun to reach.
Just a fun poem, I wrote this because it was fun to try and rhyme and it was just sort of a test poem.
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC
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