Splash them and crash them
And flash them, unclothed
The vigours, irrepressible;
Inseperable with the shore's
Climatic downrush
Of what of their riding roars;
Nor comes to a hush.
Mind them nor miss them
With peeving, paining
The brave boyhood, who mothered;
Covered of which cloth over
Striping's summer fun*
Deflects each, through what's
Sand-blown, blazed for sun.
* beach umbrella
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