I've longed for the sand to trickle through my fingers and toes
For the sea-breeze to tickle my nose
To feel the warmth of the sun beating down
Shining above my head like a halo, a crown
To see the vendor selling hot-dogs and drinks
The tide washing over my sand-castle, then it sinks
Inhaling the fresh sea-air, filling my lungs
Falling into the water with a splash, when my feet slip off the jetty's ladder rungs
It's time for summer and scary fairground rides for those who dare
Taking a daytrip, a week or a month holiday without a care
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