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Summers At The Coast Walking beaches, skipping flat stones out into the bay. Watching sailboats skim the water and swimming in the spray. Gathering seashells sought as treasure, shinny,smooth and small. Climbing slick rocks, what adventure! and trying not to fall. Singing folk songs at the campfire, happy...warm as toast, among my memories dear and tender, of days spent at the coast. |
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