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The
beach is full of holes
where kids poked into it
with plastic shovels
and blue buckets
trying to make castles
moats
mud pits
the joy of digging is universal
all children can't wait
to make a hole
and then pour water in it
see them working so hard
to dig to China
they pile up the sand and mud
embraced in smiles
engaged in yammering
what is it about the sea
and sand
and man
such a natural affinity
our roots run deep
from surf to sand
we remember
we once crawled out
and once set foot
upon a beach
like this. |
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