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THE BEACHCOMBER
THE BEACHCOMBER
The sand beneath his feet as he walks
Knows his footsteps, listens to his talks
He spends his days with the sand and sea
Roars with the ocean, he's content to be
Collecting driftwood and vacant shells
Watching ships lost in the swells
Wondering as seagulls soar overhead
Perhaps I should be up there instead
