If you could talk to me,what would you say?Curiosityin your small eyes,you seem ready to chat.If you’d hear, I’d tell youabout sand and shells,mama scolding mefor swimming out past the buoy--now she has me tetheredto shore.Wish I could fly outbeyond beach towelssand castlesmamaabove the breakerswith you
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