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The Beach | ||
| Though the sun is boiling hot, Here the ocean's icy cold. 'Tis a very pleasant spot Where the clock appears on hold. Children splatter in the sea, Splashing others with their hands. Then on land they have a spree, Throwing fistfuls of the sands. With umbrellas there is shade From the ravage of the sun. Praise the Lord for all he's made So that mortals can have fun. | ||
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