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waves lap at the sandy beach.
Waves trying desperately to reach
the top of the golden sand,
where reeds stretch like a lime green band.
Shells lie scattered along the shore
while high above the sea gulls soar.
Below the sea the sea slugs ooze
and stingrays cruise.
The fish are swift
but the albatross lifts.
One in it's beak
swift,smooth and sleek.
The seagulls swoop
around in a loop.
Night comes to stay
at the end of the day.
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