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| Waves are lapping on the shore. Palms are dancing in the breeze. Snorkelers can the reef explore Or relax and take their ease. Gulls are flapping in the sky, Looking for a bite of food. Hearken to their reedy cry As they organize their brood. What a privilege to be On a beach with silver sand. In the distance one can see Ships in search of other land. | ||
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