Long ago there existed a great white beach
Nestled to his edge was an angry old sea
This sea was disgusted by the sand's small reach
So he sent his rolling waves to where he could not flee
This wise beach awaited the crash, the thunder, the doom that would smash
Against his white face, with no tears to attach
Then the surf met the land, with deep madness in hand
And laugh did the sea as the beach did concede
But when the ocean came to rest there was great pain in his chest
For the sands had met their end, in his belly, his only friend.
Nestled to his edge was an angry old sea
This sea was disgusted by the sand's small reach
So he sent his rolling waves to where he could not flee
This wise beach awaited the crash, the thunder, the doom that would smash
Against his white face, with no tears to attach
Then the surf met the land, with deep madness in hand
And laugh did the sea as the beach did concede
But when the ocean came to rest there was great pain in his chest
For the sands had met their end, in his belly, his only friend.
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