The Ocean's WavesChapter 1The Ocean's Waves
It was a dreary spring morning in Somerfield Maine on the date of May 27th, 1939. All was doomed to happen in what would seem like only a short amount of tragic intervals. The dew that clung to the bright red roses out on the patio of a tiny white farm house that stood alone on a high up cliff over-looking the ocean seemed to glisten brightly in the crisp salty air. The waves crashed loudly on the beach bellow. A little girl sat curled up snugly on a small wicker chair. Her tiny blonde curls bounced lightly in the breeze. A shiver ran down her spine, causing her to pull the large woolen bla
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If guns kill people, can I blame my misspelled words on my pencil?
People who say marching band isn't a sport haven't marched in the RAIN
If momma ain't happy, ain't NOBODY happy
There's no I in TEAM, but there's a U in STUPID
Hug a Midget Day: October 27
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If guns kill people, can I blame my misspelled words on my pencil?
People who say marching band isn't a sport haven't marched in the RAIN
If momma ain't happy, ain't NOBODY happy
There's no I in TEAM, but there's a U in STUPID
Hug a Midget Day: October 27
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If guns kill people, can I blame my misspelled words on my pencil?
People who say marching band isn't a sport haven't marched in the RAIN
If momma ain't happy, ain't NOBODY happy
There's no I in TEAM, but there's a U in STUPID
Hug a Midget Day: October 27
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