He flew in on a jet bound for the beaches
The warmth and all the depth of sea it reaches
And when he left the stress of life had eased
For which he was more than a little pleased
On reaching home it all began again
The work, the family, all that daily pain
Again the worry and the weekly strain
It made him want to jet off their again
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