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Here... on the beach... I rest from ocean's waves.
All the noisy people have left and I can sleep... Zzz.
Hey! ... who's that touching my little arm? Number 3 of 5?
What? ... where are you taking me, I'm sleeping can't you see?
Uh-oh, uh-oh, I'm flying through the air!!
The kid thinks I'm a Frisbee; come back and get your kid!!!
Way over here... still upon the beach... the waves a little closer.
Yet life is good and all my arms are here...(yawn) time to go to sleep... Zzz.
Aha, you had a summer? Oh, we wish.
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Enjoy your sleep :)
Thank you, Gary. That was funny and I do remember the song!! Off I go, Zzz.
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