Thursday, March 20, 2008

Rondeau

As you walk throughout the long way,
you can feel the wind in the bay,
the water that goes through your toes,
it tickles, but that's all it does,
that's when you think you're there to stay.

You don't mind what the people say,
those things will never ruin your day,
that's what you think when the sea goes,
as you walk.

It's the first time you've felt so gay,
and now in the sand you just lay.
But hurry, you do not want foes!
Sadly that's just the way it goes,
you will see how the slow ones pay
as you walk.

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