I Hate Beaches
The sand is gold,
The waves are cool,
But when I walk on it,
I feel horrible.
The sand is between my toes,
Rough and hot,
I walk into the sea,
Try to wash it off,
But the waves come and go,
The sand is between my toes,
I will never wash it off,
Except for the waves can stop.
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