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Beach

Beach
gently softly the waves lap the shore
reaching meeting the ones that came before
seagulls squawking high above your head
still pools forming on the sandy bed
lonely footprints left behind as you walk on
only there till the tide has been and gone
children hunting trying hard to find
crabs scurrying for a place to hide
sun is setting leaving a deep red glow
the day is over and now its time to go
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