Friday 22nd March

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A pretty parasol

And two beach chairs

I know it’s only March

But really, who cares?

We could sit for awhile

Oblivious to stares

Watching the world go by

Breathing the salty airs

Pretending life is good

We could be millionaires

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Thinking of you sweetie

Precious Angel son

xxxxxx

A pretty parasol

And two beach chairs

Low tide

Dark clouds, but sunshine on the sands

The tide quickly came in, the sun lighting up a sandy corner