(growing Pains) 6. At The Seaside Poem by Janice Windle

(growing Pains) 6. At The Seaside

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Run at the waves,
race them back to the shore's edge,
the brown seaweed line.

Shells, bottle-tops, plastic straws,
your feet round, pink little crabs.

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