I sit for days on the seashore,
and keep watching the tide.
Many waves come and roar,
and then go back and hide.
And each one makes me soar,
as they laugh at me mouth-wide.
I can't wait anymore,
wish I am carried away by a riptide.
How about a magical drink? dear 'beauty personified',
Made out of peptide, oxide and cowhide, dried and emulsified...
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