Up with the birds? Or the luvers of the nite...
Oh the morning air of sweetness as a weary eyed curl makes her way down to the beach to b adorned by the Sunday charm of the a sunrise! Greeted not only by a dynamic sky but also the drunken luvers of the nite who in ore of one another use such a sandy stretch to indulge in playful mischief. It all in a nite's job one that giggles and the occasional gurgle can linger with, for when the sun tickles their eyes, the nite of a strangers luv draws to an end. For that was the nite.
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