luxurious houses, prancing palms
swimming pools, european cars
overlooking where my footprints
leveling proud blades of grass
tracking dimpled sphere's flight
over lake, sand box and a cart
where were those eyes this time
too early in rising sun, chilly
i haven't finish my fresh sandwich
with crunchy slice cradled leaves
they ain't here today; down south
chasing fin friends aboard yacht
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