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Wet and foamy creeping up the beach

while I splash around the rugged surf.

Wind blowing hard as others fly kites high,

wonderfully colored in blues, reds and greens.

Wicked young girls all strutting their stuff,

wading with water up to their thongs.

Wahoo I say as I can’t leave the water’s cover.


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Pleiades


A form where only a...1 word title is allowed.
This poem consists of one seven line stanza
there is no rhyme scheme and no syllable count
however, the first word of each line must begin
with the first letter of the Title

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©14 July 2008 - 4:51pm — phil_carcione
14 July 2008 - 11:31pm — Saint Cynosure (not verified)
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Phil, this is good stuff.

15 July 2008 - 3:49am — Bryan Adam Tomimbang (not verified)
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Wish I was there!