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I sat on the beach where I’d rather not be
and pictured a merry-go-round
Followed a wave crashing in front of me,
calliope music the sound
Picked up a seashell that washed up on shore,
rode a giraffe colored green
Laid in the sun till my red skin was sore,
lost in a carousel dream
Felt the salt air as it flowed off the sea,
melodically moved up and down
I sat on a beach where I’d rather not be
*and pictured a merry-go-round