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Hot Foot Beach Shuffle

Georgy ran as Georgy can
Across the hot white shifting sand,
His hot foot shuffle
Caused such a kerfuffle,
Kicking sand up as he ran.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Eastman Avatar
August 3, 2015 at 10:30 AM
Ahhh... He knows that it's cooler underneath... LOL... I always feel right there when you write. You never fail me.
Dietrich Avatar
May 31, 2015 at 11:44 PM
this is cute. Hope you will visit me again because when I have more time, I hope to see a lot more of your limericks and when I don't hear back from poets, the names leave my mind!!!
Williams Avatar
June 2, 2015 at 2:20 AM
Yes Andrea, will visit soon, just a lot of work on at the moment Thanks for your comment---kind regards----John
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