Seaside, Take Care of my Sister.
Salmon colored fuzz
over the piddling sandy hills,
take care of my sister,
who is now a part of you.
Grant her the jubilance
which you brought us
this weekend.
Tarnished yet glinting weather
Which travels through the city,
take care of my sister
who now
walks through your breeze.
Keep her fresh and safe
which you kept us,
this weekend.
Calm and lonely ocean,
that takes handfuls of sand
Into its grasp.
Take care of my sister,
who now
often visits you.
Show her your beauty,
which you showed us,
this weekend.
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