A peach on the nearest sea shore,
In the form of a fort,
Can be nothing other than a fort,
But a closer, closer look might tell you what it is,
And then you smile a big wink in front of the sand castle,
Waving your hands down elbows loose,
Then you might step on it and crush it playing,
Windows, Doors, Defense and a flag,
Can Wave your hand down elbows loose!
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