Why did the lovely model,
cross the road,
To get to the lake,
With its champagne and stars,
To get away from it all,
To feel her golden hair,
And dress,
In the wind,
With the shore,
and like the palm trees,
Feel,
Sweet, short, and tall
Reynaldo Casison
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