The Florida sun beats down,
As I walk along the shore,
The sand beneath my feet,
And the surf’s endless roar.
Seashells scattered all around,
A treasure trove for me to find,
Each one unique and beautiful,
A memory etched in my mind.
The waves crash against the shore,
A rhythm that never grows old,
I breathe in the salty air,
Feeling a sense of peace unfold.
Oh Florida beach, how you soothe my soul,
With your sand, surf, and seashells,
A paradise that makes me whole,
A beauty that never fails.
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