Sandy

The first time we collide I was in awe
I could believe this type of happiness 
Knowledge that if I ever did cry raw 
You would welcome me into your own nest
With a name just as odd as the beaches 
Individual grain you are Sandy
Those two fair hands are caring and reaches
The kids turning to you the sweet candy
If possible I could be another
I would ask for you to be my Mother

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