Gulls and shells and sand in your shoes, Remind me of days at the beach. With footprints in sand and the smell of salt air And Sunset’s you almost can reach. Remembering days, of our holding hands While walking along, side-by-side, And waves that come forth, to lap at our feet Our footprints they’re trying to hide There are many things to do at the beach There’s surfing and volleyball too But favored above all the things that I see Is the swimsuit that’s wrapped around you. Some mem’ries are doomed to be washed out to sea While smells of salt air cleans the mind But the vision you made in the string bikini Is a memory that’s one of a kind. by James O'Brien ©

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