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Hot Sand

Went to the beach
The sand white hot
Raced to the water
For relief I got
What did I expect?
An air-conditioned beach?
Why was simple logic
Put out of reach?

Now near the water's edge
Trapped like a mouse
Every so often
My feet need a douse

Starting to burn,
But cut off from a way out
Surely a walk back
Though my only route

Fills me with dread
Sand too hot
To consider to tread

So roast in the sun,
Ain't this such fun?
When I get out of here
I'll have learned to fear

The heat of the sun
And my well roasted bun
I'll peel like a stripper,
Although they're much hipper

Next beach I'll see,
Will have to be on TV.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Date: 1/18/2010 8:35:00 AM
Been there, done That ! too cold in the water, too hot in the sun, it's a wonder our ankles don't shatter - nicely done
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