beach beach beach... that's all i ever hear

for the beach lovers who need a kick in the butt...

the photo's mine from too long ago...

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maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles, and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

for whoever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea


-- e.e. cummings