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By Jack Joseph Smith
THE LAST TIME I
SAW THE BEACH
WE WORE our white trousers
I WENT out to the
Boat House with
these two beautiful
women on this misty
Afternoon. Tomorrow
morning high winds and
surf would take it away.
They say the pier stayed
with that sea and that
Every thing that went under
was built back up, but
still I have not gone
back to see it.