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Splish-splash

Hand in the hand the boy and girl

run giggling through the surf.

 

Dish-dash

She has eyes for him,

but he has eyes for another ... boy.

 

Splish-smash

Tears run down her face as

she realises true love is no disgrace.

 

Kiss-kiss

Hands in hands they are three.

Maybe odd, but still a loving family.

 

 


 

 

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