Bikini Bottoms
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12On the sandy shore, I strolled one day,
In search of shells, where children play.
Among seagulls' calls and ocean's hum,
I found a sight that left me numb.
A bikini bottom, bright and bold,
Lost in the sand, no one to hold
Lying there alone, still and cold,
I laughed at the story it silently told.
Perhaps a swimmer caught by surprise,
By wave's playful dance under sunny skies.
Maybe a prank from mischievous hands,
Left this treasure upon the sand.
So with a smile, I spied it there,
A quirky find by sea so fair.
Memories of laughter on the beach,
In reach of waves that always teach.
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