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A Trip To The Beach
I like to stare at the sunset,
Dreaming about my shadow.
I remember the fiery red,
The rising orange flamy sun.
I like to pelt rocks at my silhoutte,
As they drop in the water with a blop, blop, blop.
Similar to the calming crashes of waves,
A crash, boom, shhhlllllllll.
I like to collect sea shells,
The varieties of white, gray, and beyond.
A nice warm sensation,
When the sea shells clink, clink.
I like to stare at the sunset,
Dreaming about my shadow,
I remember the fiery red,
I remember pelting rocks at my silhoutte,
I remember the clink of seashells,
Most importantly, I remember me.
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