Showing posts with label GS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label GS. Show all posts
Monday, April 2, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Beach poem by GS
Hermit crabs in pretty shells,
those pearly colours make up for the smells
gritty sand lies down under,
don’t get it in your pants or you’ll pout like thunder
children playing in the waves,
climbing over rocks and in to caves.
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