The Lone Beachball

July 12, 2017
By CAV17 SILVER, McLean, Virginia
CAV17 SILVER, McLean, Virginia
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A cool summer breeze
envelops over the land,
While the cool, salty sea
Washes over the sands.

And next to the beach,
Where the rocks are quite tall,
Sits a dirty, forgotten,
Worn-out Beachball.

Once as blue as the sky,
And as red as a crab,
This beach ball is waste
That none would dare grab.

Sad and deflated,
Never again will it play.
It lies there until
The sea takes it away.

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