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It's The Water


the waves came slow on their roll from the north west with shape to control the ride as you got on the sled,..

of what the ocean have to led to believe is a wondrous dream of curls like pearls,...

the the tops all a gleam then as the wave crashes around pounding the surf has a magnificent sound......

this ride is over as you make your kick out, turn back and get another from the next set,..

as you paddle your board through the wave you feel the water over you as if in a cave..

the power and the beauty of this splendorous water,

you can ride the waves with a sea otter a dolphin and the fish.

the joys of the water I have dearly missed......

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Kurt Burnett

born and lived my whole life in Southern California, in LA & Orange Counties, Love the Ocean & Mountains , & Riding My Harley

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