Sunday Surfing.
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Black clad, rubber-skinned lad
Plods by, hauling his ungainly board.
Determined, barefoot, to solidly pad
Beachward, where wavlets afford
Little real surf - - - - but it's Sunday!
And come rain or shine
It's frog-footed Surf-day!
Rather his effort than mine.
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