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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.