Opal sands on a beach of black,
Toes and feet a swingin’
Passing time for a tan on back,
Parasol dancers singin’
Monkey steals an old man’s hat,
– hue and cried slow motion.
A hefty boy on a floating mat,
In dire need of lotion.
Beer is cold and the tide is high,
Salt and spray a flyin’.
Towel flaps as it hangs to dry,
a baby’s somewhere cryin’
Summer time is a gift of life,
Up and down the shore.
Forget your troubles, cool your strife,
And relax a little more.
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