I grew up on the beach, letting sand run through your fingers and toes is therapeutic, and I...need therapy.
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SAND WAS EVERYWHERE
SAND WAS IN MY HAIR
SAND IS PERFECT
FROM WHAT WAS
TO WHAT WILL BE
WHY DID YOU HAVE TO
MAKE IT SO NASTY
WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO
THE SHOWERS
AND WHAT HAPPENED TO THE FLOWERS
WHY DID YOU HAVE TO
MAKE IT SO NASTY
WHERE DID ALL THAT YOU SAID GO
DID ALL THAT YOU SAID GO
WHY DID YOU HAVE TO
MAKE IT SO NASTY
WHERE DID ALL THAT YOU SAID GO
I SEE THE PICTURE STILL IS
JUST NOT ME FOR YOU
SAND IS PERFECT
FROM WHAT WAS
TO WHAT IT SHALL BE
GRIND IT DOWN
WATER RUNS IT AROUND
NEW GROUND FOR CHILDREN
