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Once While Walking On the Beach

Once while walking on the beach
a tree with fruit within my reach
the pulp was sour; soggy touch
I did not like it very much
the sun was scorching – 'twas midday
I eyed a girl among the fray
she ran and laughed and rode the waves
the sun and surf in which she bathes
I walked on by and trod the shore
and did not grace her anymore.

Written while sitting in Economics class at Montgomery College.