Those pretty cabins so close,
But just out of reach;
The taste of raw fish,
Electric green trees,
The slight smell of Pleasure,
Wafting in the sea breeze;
A thought in the rain, tide waits for no man,
But maybe, just maybe,
In a snow globe I can.
A week in two days
A drive in the dark, a walk on the beach,
Those pretty cabins so close,
But just out of reach;
The taste of raw fish,
Electric green trees,
The slight smell of Pleasure,
Wafting in the sea breeze;
A thought in the rain, tide waits for no man,
But maybe, just maybe,
In a snow globe I can.
Those pretty cabins so close,
But just out of reach;
The taste of raw fish,
Electric green trees,
The slight smell of Pleasure,
Wafting in the sea breeze;
A thought in the rain, tide waits for no man,
But maybe, just maybe,
In a snow globe I can.
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Sunday, February 17, 2013
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