Beachfront 8945
As I walk through the sands of the beach, I wonder if the love of my life
will ever come into my life. Life is strange; you see many places of sands,
but not of any particular item that stands into the open.
Beachfront 8945, my look-out on the beach for the girl of my dreams.
Is the girl short or tall, brains or daffy? As I walk the beach, I dial
Beachfront 8945 to find the girl of my dreams. Beachfront 8945, Hello,
Is Diana there? Is Mary there? What about Florence? If Diana or Mary
is not available, I will take Florence. Beachfront 8945, I'm ready for a
hot date.
I have Roses, Candy and Perfume. Are you ready to go out tonight with
me? Call me at Beachfront 8945; I'll be there waiting for your call.
Call me-we can explore the beach together, the city together, the state
together, and the whole earth. Call me, Call me, Call me, my phone
number is Beachfront 8945.
Copyright © Anthony Taylor | Year Posted 2023
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