Ice glass 3

When one does perspire,
It is time to oneself inspire,
Taking an iced drink in the sun,
Before the sun has in fact risen.

Drinking slowly with a straw,
Gazing upon the seaside with awe,
The ice had begun to thaw,
As one did sip and drink draw.
It was time here to reside,
In this revitalising seaside.

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