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**The Waves Restlessly Lapped Onto The Coast, As Hungry Seabirds Hollered From The Shore, My Minnesota Skin Burned Crisp As Toast, The Frost Offically Gone From My Core Palm Trees Sleepishly Loomed Over The Sand, As Tangled Kelp Gets Beaten By The Sea, My Body Is Not Used To This Warm Land, Or Reoccuring Sights Of Honey Bees Flowers In Every Shade Bloom Happily, As The Sun Reaches The Ground Where They Stand, Storms Wander The Skies So Unhappily, Because They're Aware This Is Summer Land Grab A Board, My Friend, Or Sit In The Sand, The Beach Is Always Warm In Summer Land**
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Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
Sonnet VIII: Summer Land
**The Waves Restlessly Lapped Onto The Coast, As Hungry Seabirds Hollered From The Shore, My Minnesota Skin Burned Crisp As Toast, The Frost Offically Gone From My Core Palm Trees Sleepishly Loomed Over The Sand, As Tangled Kelp Gets Beaten By The Sea, My Body Is Not Used To This Warm Land, Or Reoccuring Sights Of Honey Bees Flowers In Every Shade Bloom Happily, As The Sun Reaches The Ground Where They Stand, Storms Wander The Skies So Unhappily, Because They're Aware This Is Summer Land Grab A Board, My Friend, Or Sit In The Sand, The Beach Is Always Warm In Summer Land**
Yay! I'm Happy I'm Back In California!
sydney-victoria
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Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
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