I despise the beach.
I'm the Scrooge of beaches.
Too much sand, freezing water.
Flying rats circle like buzzards.
I hate the beach.
I don't tan. I burn.
The air is cold.
The sun is concealed by the clouds.
I hate the beach.
I'm the Scrooge of beaches.
I hate them.
I hate them.
I despise beaches.
I hate the beach.
The sand is in my shoes.
It's on my pants.
My socks are wet.
I hate the beach
Monday, October 5, 2009
I Hate the Beach
Posted by Master of Puppets at 10:38 AM
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