Beaches

February 16, 2017
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Cold sand twirls. It hits my face.
The golden sun isn't here to stay.
Friends and I, we hit the beach,
the crunchy sand shines white like bleach.
Cruisin’ on the lake, solid though,
I snowmobile with my bros.






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