It was a windy summer day,
in the quaint, little island town.
Wind gusts coming from the bay,
pulling flags and umbrellas down.
I watched a little girl,
running through the sand.
Laughing she would spin and twirl,
a seashell clasped in her hand.
One thing stood out from the rest,
a large floppy hat of bright red.
She proudly wore it, her Sunday best,
it...
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