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He tears about with happy shouts a truck held in his hand his shoes kicked off, his hat on wrong as he runs along the sand He chases gulls with wild intent of what I do not know sea snails hear this cacophony and retreat to their homes I chase him through the breaking waves and catch him with a giggle this force of nature in my arms with tendency to wriggle his little arms around my kneck on my nose he plants a kiss I stay this way as waves crash in in sweet paternal bliss.
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 4:33 AM UTC
Beach boys.
He tears about with happy shouts a truck held in his hand his shoes kicked off, his hat on wrong as he runs along the sand He chases gulls with wild intent of what I do not know sea snails hear this cacophony and retreat to their homes I chase him through the breaking waves and catch him with a giggle this force of nature in my arms with tendency to wriggle his little arms around my kneck on my nose he plants a kiss I stay this way as waves crash in in sweet paternal bliss.
A morning well spent.
ryan-jakes
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 4:33 AM UTC
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