White caps filling my eyes
seagulls nurturing hunger
gliding against gentle wind
waiting for tug on my string
nothing seems to want my bait
except crabs bite bit by bit
i let my music cradle my day
snacking on chips, soda pops
relaxing to cool sea breeze
hearing voices of joy; lucky
catching big fish but not me
am here to pass my time; great
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