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The beautiful beach,
With parasitic leech,
The Hotel Reach,
Now we walk on bleach.
Sand eroded,
Tourists unloaded,
Locals outmoded,
Money the only gain.
Now take a gander,
At all their slander,
To build the Hotel Rock.
It's Were arrogant flock,
When locals in the stock,
Sun a shining,
Over the new concrete block.
So now I tell you this,
It might be a diss,
For its lack of bliss,
But I'm not taking the piss,
Because the beach has lots it bliss,
Owing to your remiss.

- Title: Trouble in Paradise
- Artist: Quzo
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Description:
This poem took me about ten minutes to make purley because it is something I feel strongly about and the stronger I feel the quicker I get it done. Besides the fact that I like my poems to be short and to the point.
Every year when I go back to Italy to see family I watch the beach slowly being eroded not just by the water but by tourists as well. The poem itself can be apllied to any tourist hopspot really. Discusting. - Date: 12/22/2009
- Tags: trouble paradise beach holiday
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Lady Alice Road Kamelot - 12/23/2009
- I agree. People just seem to want more from earth, but can't understand that it can't keep giving. You're really good at this, I hope you write more!! 5/5
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