A man like me
He lives in the sea
I see him sometimes
and he sees me
I lie on the sand
and say it's cement
there's nobody fooled
that's not my intent
As people bake selves
like dough in the sun
a scenty smell rose
- we know we are done
Let's pack up our things
and go to the beach.
Today and tomorrow
and yesterday, too
- if we reach
2 comments:
Yes, let’s.
I'd like to know who's gonna not let's.
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