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Summertime


I wake up to the glaring sun, 

the waves rolling calm,

I can feel we will have fun

in the mobility of the palm,

so we slap out our first set

in hope of a load, 

a bag of fish rolls up I'm wet

therefore I feel like a toad, 

3 days later we come in deckloaded

my mind is running though money imploded.

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