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He sits upon the beach
Cane pole just out of reach
Soaks in the sun
In early morn the only one
Wine buried...In the sand
By his left hand...
He loves to come an' fish
For dinners dish
For the serenity
For the soothing sea...
He had been gone awhile
As he now likes to smile
He knows he'll spend the day
Til the sun slowly fades away...
Dinner can be of Olive, bread an' cheese
All he craves is the oceans breeze...
The days if serenity
The soothing of the sun
The warmth of the beach
Cane pole just just out of reach
Maybe he'll take a nap
Listen to the oceans soft lap
Glad he has finally returned
To the beach he so yearned...
JJSweets 11Oct20 04:26 hrs
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