The poem I made.

waves crashing against my board,

But not only that but on the shore.

There’s a warm salty breeze,

but in the water your feet freeze.

You hear the wind whistling past,

and when you stand up you feel so fast.

The waves are big and carry a mighty punch,

but now I think it’s time for lunch.

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