The Ocean, A magical place indeed. The suns so bright, The birds at play. The soft scent of salt misting through the air, From the big powerful thunderous waves. I love to lay on the white sands of bliss. This place was blessed with a kiss from the heavens above. It'll put your mind at ease, So help keep the beachs clean. Mother nature is tough. But, this just isn't enough. Help do your part & keep our beaches clean. As during the summer this can be seen. By Bill Sawyers I received a Trophy from poetry.com on 10/02/04
A nice ode to the ocean and pristine beaches everywhere. Both need a real cleaning up after what we've dumped into the rivers leading to the sea and into the sea, itself. What a shame!
The Commander and the Chief take on the rogue Deep State: the Gunfight at the UK Corral, missing Redcoats in the Nevada Triangle, and nuclear blackmail!
She was quite capable of taking care of herself...She appreciated everything he was doing for her and the Grandmothers Four, but she needed his help, not for him to take over.
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