Poem about sand It's not food, and we can't do without it. Guess what it is? It is small, medium, large. You want to build a house, you need a lot of small, the finest. They call it zero. You want to make a road, you need a lot, lots of medium and large. That one is a little rougher. For anything you want to build, you need sand. Your legs hurt, your back hurts, you need a spa. You need a sand massage. With hot sand. The sea sand is the best. Every day for half an hour in the sand, all pain disappears. The sand takes it with it. Protect the rivers and seas. These are sand factories. Just watch out for the scorpion. It knows how to hide well. Author: Musician Thanks a lot for reading. Lead image source: unsplash
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