You sit on the beach with your head in a book,
Ignoring the sky
and the sea and the sand.
You’re not missing much, don’t bother to look,
For the waves and
the clouds are just whitishly bland,
Instead keep your
thoughts on the pages at hand.
Yes – a day at the beach is a day at the beach,
But books take you places which no shore can reach.
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