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Sunday on the Beach | ||
| When it's Sunday on the beach Many people like to walk. There are thousands in our reach; While they stroll they like to talk. If they wish to rest a spell There are chairs where they can sit. Sipping coconuts is swell While the volleyball is hit. Cyclists have a special lane All along the salty sea. But they flee at sight of rain, Looking for the nearest tree. | ||
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