On's on,
Mum.
Everyone's
Nearly
Set.
Send for chips,
And
Nachos, and
Dip.
Wanton
Rebels,
Elegant
Soceresses
Taking
Lessons
In
Not exposing your
G:
Tide of
Hedonism,
Existentialism, full
Blown
Opportunistic
Wager
Leaning
Into a
Not-so
Good
Breeze.
Allay my fears.
Lean
Left.
Great
Roast potatoes Mum, love this night.
It's
Peachy.
The second stanza really pulls at the heartstrings!!! You've captured nearly every emotion I've ever had about sand.
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