The air is warm on a hot summer day in late july,
The sun kisses the ocean and the salt water breeze pastes rainbows across the sky,
The white sands blown in swirls across the beach,
a sand crab reaches out to the seagull to try to stay from its reach,
Hypnotic crashing of the waves that hit the shore, jellyfish lie beached and drying to soon be never more,
Bright yellow buckets and neon green shovels attached to the hands of children at play, life at the seaside so fascinating and peaceful wish life could always be this way,
A mountain of shimmering gold is best to describe, a father of children burried alive,
with his head poking out his day is perfect even after the seagulls were fed, and drop their perfectly aimed bombs right at his head,
The angels meet to watch gods children at play, its the place they like most, but only on warm sunny days!
Originally Posted On Site: 2006-08-06 02:00:48
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