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Jul 2019
the home next to your families
looks just like my grandmothers

the sound of crashing waves
the breeze of a cool atlantic
and the sun kissing your skin

it's easy to sleep with the sand at your feet
and not be sure
if this is just a dream
Kevin
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Kevin  somewhere in jersey
(somewhere in jersey)   
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