if that's our only problem, we're good.
words flow now like a fire hydrant ripped open
and keep coming like tomorrow's tide will bring in the crabs
and I will eat those crabs, fried, deviled, or boiled
and maybe a little ahi too - seared like you make it
where's the guy that brings the pineapples
full of delicious? delicious? delicioius? is that right?
and wait, you mean I don't have to go back, right?
we can stay and stay until we are sufficiently bored
and what I do I do because I want to and not because
of any obligations whatsoever to make me feel I need to
well, that's paradise
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