Simply Summer

The tang of sea mist sprays my face.
While on the beach, sand crabs race.
White-green foam caress my toes,
It churns in sand and slips away.
August sunshine on the beach.
Under umbrellas it cannot reach.
Oh, the joy of a summer day!





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