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At the Seaside
The waves creep along the sea bank
The night stands still as the wind whispers silently
The palm trees sways in the distance
As their listen to the beat of the night drums
Silent night, all’s asleep
As I wonder along the Marcus shores
Childhood memories come flooding in
Cheerful laughter, Happy faces, Children playing
As the moon smiled gracefully
And the stars shone brightly
The cool breeze presses gently against my lips
As I recall my first childhood kiss.
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