I run through the wind;
blink at the sun;
dig holes in the sand
'cause everything's fun.
I lay on the shore
happy as can be.
I taste salt water
that churns in the sea.
I wish I could be
like the seagulls that fly
with sun on my wings
and clouds floating by.
-Joy S. Barefoot
-Joy S. Barefoot
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