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by Niccie Jan 10, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
A soft gentle breeze blows, Warm sand on my toes. Boats sailing on the Sea, As beautiful as can be. To bad I'm not there, To breathe that sweet fresh air. I try to Imagine the beach, But all I hear is cars going screetch. All it is, Is Imagination.
by BROKEN AND TORN
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