Anthony Taylor Poet Rhyme

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.

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