Everyone waits in line to get in as they hear the
Crashing noises,
Little children screaming,
And seagulls attacking.
The children are clutching onto boards trying to stay afloat,
Whistles blow,
Out of bounds.
People burn and turn red,
Some lay down and pretend like there dead
Some turn on the music to block everything out,
Others just ride the wave.
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