Summer Flush
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The beach was packed with bodies burnt bothered,
reeking of sweat, dried salt and sunburn cream.
The sea writhed and churned as the crowds gathered
to take a swim to beat the heat and scream.
The sky darkened as storm entered the scene.
The crowd panicked and rushed home in a crush
As rain and hail fell in violent stream.
Leaving the beach scrubbed clean with a brush
By summer showers calling: "It's time for a flush".
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2018
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