Lying on the beach beer in your hand
enjoying the nice breeze in you hair
while your feet feel the hot soft sand
something feels wrong in the air
it feels so nice this 70 degrees
not a thing on your mind
but the gentle breeze
you realize that your where to blind
here comes the storm
and you are lying in the middle of the beach
the wind and rain begin to swarm
and all the water begins to breech
now all you can do is run
looking back at what was
you had all your fun
and exposed are all your flaws
Last 2 lines are really puzzling and make the poem. Last line of second stanza though I don't follow. Another good job.
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