Seven Years Young
dunking into the water
dismally falling apart
dashing hopes of little boy
never minds says his mommy
we will build sandcastles now
beach is a wonderful place
it fans imagination
Written 5-15-2020
Contest: Finish Line in Seven
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Chose Prompt number 2 Paper Boats
Checked syllable count with www.howmanysyllables.com
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