The wind blew over the cliffs like whispers of angry clowns.
Looking over the ocean; where dreams were soaked with tar and sand.
The cliffs kept watch and saw only the crabs that danced in tango.
Dangerous and conniving, the crustaceans held their heads high and sat on the old boats.
Where they were found by the boy. His dog beside him.
He had the catch of the day.
Have a working Wednesday!
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