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I walked across the sandy beach, The tropical birds creating a loud screech. The soft silky sand making it's way through my toes, And a small dense of trees, in a bunch, not a row. I inhale the dry, salty air, The sweet aroma of the excotic fruits, too delicious to bare. The sky, deep and blue, The sun shining a ray onto the ocean. The waves crashing onto the sand, Washing over my ankles. The star shaped leaves, On the tall palm trees. I look across the glorious island, Amazed by the magnificent sight.
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Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010 at 1:21 PM UTC
The Mystery Island
I walked across the sandy beach, The tropical birds creating a loud screech. The soft silky sand making it's way through my toes, And a small dense of trees, in a bunch, not a row. I inhale the dry, salty air, The sweet aroma of the excotic fruits, too delicious to bare. The sky, deep and blue, The sun shining a ray onto the ocean. The waves crashing onto the sand, Washing over my ankles. The star shaped leaves, On the tall palm trees. I look across the glorious island, Amazed by the magnificent sight.
CoPyRiGhT ClArA McAdAm 2010
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Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010 at 1:21 PM UTC
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