For Me To Be At The Sea

For Me To Be At The Sea For Tea

Then a seagull came and swished me about and blew me out to
sea.
I frowned. “Don’t be silly, stop the hurry, I haven’t yet had my
tea.”
The seagull scolded and scowled, the tide had whistled out to
me.
So I held my jam tarts and dived the ocean where a picnic sought to
be.
– suzan abrams –
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