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Crunching crispy cornflakes Gangs of pebbles bubble White water slurping Its early morning edges As waves deliciously lick their sweet vanilla sands Man bobbing in a canoe Ocean swinging him like a baby boy A bouncing ball stretches Across the waters view Like a picture on the wall For a moment time stand still The scenery seems so surreal like plastic or cardboard Adding a friendly familiarity Making me so sentimental About a place I LOVE Called Home
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
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Crunching crispy cornflakes Gangs of pebbles bubble White water slurping Its early morning edges As waves deliciously lick their sweet vanilla sands Man bobbing in a canoe Ocean swinging him like a baby boy A bouncing ball stretches Across the waters view Like a picture on the wall For a moment time stand still The scenery seems so surreal like plastic or cardboard Adding a friendly familiarity Making me so sentimental About a place I LOVE Called Home
One needs to drop into the imagery
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
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