Snow white sand dancing between my toes,
relaxes my soul and cures my woes.
Rolling waves crashing along the shore saves
me, at least a while, from awful lows.
Through the refreshing garden, I walk.
To the busy birds and bees, I talk.
Oh, how I love all the gifts from above,
from sweet butterflies to the bold hawk.
Summertime is a social season.
Get-togethers don't need a reason.
Come on over, we're under the cover.
Steak's off the grill, they're mighty pleasing.
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