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Along the Beach

Being with you,

Making me smile

Walking a beach

Mile upon mile.

Walking that beach,

You and me on our own,

Feeling great,

Not being alone.

Watching the waves

As they ebb and flow,

Feelings are high

Never to be low.

Then I awake,

No beach, no feet in the sand;

Alone once again,

No hand in my hand.

Colin Cripps