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The Beach

Let’s go to the beach Through the yellow beckoning of lupin, broome and gorse Play in the sand, dig a watercourse Place your towel on the stick poking up from the sand, run into the ocean and stop. Dip your hand up to your wrists to get used to the cold. Now take the dip, dive under the wave See that smile break as you ride the waves in Float on the waves be they broken or smooth rocked by the ocean, stay close to the shore avoid the rip holes, body surf the crashing waves in Now out you hop There’s a fire burning brightly Potatoes in silver are ready to eat Put your bread on a stick Toast in the fire then butter it.

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