weekend, without end, ultimate, the more i play, the more i want, looking
forward to a summer of disc and sun, and more sun and disc, looking to be
a good summer, if i find someplace to live, looking forward, to lives and
sunsets, sunrises too, with sweetness of the morning dew, with glints of
orange, red and pink, shining forth from rocks that dink, against metal
breakwaters, not seen before, brought forth by water of ancient lore,
the sand that's soft and caresses my feet yet stabbed with with branches causing
bleeding, band-aids needed, but oh well, later
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