The Beach
By C.L.H.
A million bodies
Flow and
Rip {ple}. Tides
Go in and out daily.
Sand
Pipers skitter
Along sandy
Slopes,
Leaving behind
Little feet
Marks. Of people,
One can say
There are two kinds:
S{p}oiled ones
And ones who love
The beach.
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