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The South of France
She walked along the promenade
Joined by her dog
She was so awfully glad
Here, there were the rollerblades
And all the tourists out in cascades
It was down on the beach
Where they joined the tide
And the tumultuous heat
Never, ever, left their side
From the road
There was a view
That of the sea
Its water - rich and blue
The lifeguard went about his day
No problems yet
What else could he say?
To many, success was rare
But on a day like this
Who else would still care?
For the sand was warm
And gone was the storm
That had plagued
The ice cream sales
Yesterday.
Copyright ©
Tadgh Quill-Manley
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