Peach hued foot with glossy skin’s radiance,
Beach lulled roots with mossy rinses diffidence,
past through an abandoned tank.
Glue struck blue smeared the sky and ocean with mirth,
Flue struck rue feared the ply and session with lifeless birth.
Village damsel in gown played with sand castles at shore,
Foliage sea shell in drown grayed with band whistles at fore.
Hip, hop, hop thy gal’s gaze grabbed the tank.
Slip, slop, slop thy pal’s sand grains unraveled anklets bank.
Mellifluous dewy tinkles on the anklet,
Superfluous chewy jingles on the anklet,
Mislead the damsel to charms of lying casket.
To the lancing rays of sun, the dancing gay of damsel glistened with anklets decked on her feet.
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