The waves crash onto the beach as I wriggle my toes in the sand. Pelicans scoop fish from their homes, and the salty air dances around my head.
The grasshopper’s legs Are at such acute angles, It’s a wonder to me How they never get tangles.
The boy had lost his friend His lips began to tremble Tears like rivers trickled From his disappointed eyes, His heart was torn in two.
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