Its the shell that rings,
Which plays with the sand,
A lady towards the sea!
A guy who sticks around,
With the stick to pull in the wave,
A crackle on its way!
With the rush that's scary,
come in............
cried the bay!
A Hand to hold,
A feel of touch,
Something within....
The heaven is your lap,
Beauty Queen!
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