Foam whitely seethed, stirred up by surf
While sun beat down upon hot sand
And there, a way’s, a couple lounged
In folding chairs set side-by-side,
Umbrella flapped, it cast its shade,
When up the strand two ladies trekked,
Bikinis bright and teeny, tight,
Man’s face, alert,
With eyes joined them:
From where she sat,
Rebuked woman,
Hand tugged his chin,
Imploring stop!
His finger rose,
Her chair, she...
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