You're being sneaky,
Breathing in the salty air.
Licking your lips,
With sand-stained toes,
Cutting up shells,
You're lucky the devil can't see you,
Stranded beneath the moon,
Skipping rocks,
And laughing to yourself.
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I can picture this as a painting, I can smell the sea air.
excellent, I wish you would paint it for me!
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