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Radio on the beach


    The tides are high where I lie.

I have a device with fleuent advice.

Next to me it sits.

While I choose and pick.

This device I love to listen to,

can be any color as long as it plays tunes.

This device is most of the time square,

and can be used to broadcast news on air.

Oh look! a spot in the sky.

As I use my device,

I can hear that a helicopter has come to stop by.

 

 

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