A Picnic At The Beach?
Seagulls cruising as they fly,
On the beach, I wondered why?
Right above my food and me,
Then I ran out into the sea.
Learned my lesson quick that day,
To never leave my food that way.
Never leave my lunch or snack.
IT WASN'T THERE WHEN I GOT BACK.
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