A Ruined Poem. Taking a leisurely stroll by the seaside, waves as my only friend. Walking over the toasted sand, the cool breeze tickling my senses, seagulls screaching overhead, their cries a comfort after the noisy city. Coming towards me a couple mellowing in each other's company, the world but a distraction. The sand's eon beauty, each grain a testament to the age of time, and the littleness of our petty existence. Then I stood in dog-poo. DANGIT.

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