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Beachfront Property
Oh, when the waves roll in,
We're gonna lose the land.
There'll be no coastline left,
Just more dead fish and sand.
And as the icecaps melt,
We'll hear the ocean sound,
"I'm comin' for your homes,"
"There's no more higher ground."
Then with one giant wave,
We'll all be washed away.
Unless we change our course,
In time, we'll rue the day.
But, when our eyes get blurred,
Thru all the salty tears.
We'll just go down in flames,
With heads between our rears!
Copyright ©
Randy Freie
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