Sand : by Helen Moore
Sand in my swimsuit,
Sand in my hair.
When I go to the beach,
sand gets everywhere!
I wonder, I wonder
Oh how can there be,
Sand left at the beach
When there's so much on me?
Oh, how I love going to the beach with my family!
In spite of the pounds of sand that migrate to Brentwood, I love to see the boys' eyes of discovery, new delights, and of course, precious play time with Daddy.
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