July 13, 2026, entered in Tania Kitchin's Summer Limerick contest NA
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At the beach half-clad girls pranced around. Husbands ogled. Their irate wives frowned. When the guys fell asleep, they got buried neck-deep in the sand. Wives then couldn’t be found!
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