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| Sand lies everywhere I reach. That's a fact on any beach. Clothes and tents are full of sand Though it isn't what I planned. The mosquitoes feast at night, But by day they're out of sight. Horses roam the place at will, Nibbling grass to get their fill. They go on about their way. Who knows where they'll go today. They were here before we came. Things have never been the same. Waves are crashing in the sea, Rolling on relentlessly. Where they come from no one knows. They are one of nature's shows. They can knock a swimmer down! Maybe even make one drown. Waves can grind a shell so fine, Leaving fragments in a line. Foamy, frothy waves of white Are a most imposing sight. They will still be rolling on After you and I have gone. | ||
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