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| Sensuous swaying of tropical palms Signals a breeze on the crest of the surf. I cannot say that I have any qualms To be attuned to the beach for my turf. Gulls nibble sea grapes and spit out the seeds When they get weary of hunting for fish. Turtles and frogs make a home in the reeds Rather than seeking a place in my dish. Showers can play hide and seek with the sun, Leaving us damper but still with a grin. When we breathe deeply we feel like a run. Loving the seashore cannot be a sin. | ||
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