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Below is the poem entitled ONE DAY ON HOLLYWOOD BEACH which was written by poet Vee Bdosa. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

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As seagulls dipped, I saw a girl
her name I cannot breath nor slur,

It is extremely rare that I write any poem about my very own personal life, but this one is a true story and an exception, the above lines say, though no reader would ever guess unless they knew, her first name was the very same name as the girl the poem is about. She knows.
Strangely, and tragically, the second girl who is the girl in these 2 lines, was from Doylestown, Pennsylvania, and to this ver4y day, she is "braindead" and all she does is look out windows.Every time I go to the beach, expecially in Hollywood Beach, I protest very actively to have them ban the use of any motorized/wheeled vehicle on the beach, because it happens frequently on nearly every beach.

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My destination's inner space.
Erasing things not meant to chase.
I'm holding dreams of you, but then,
when I must die, I'll live again.

You were the bait. Your daddy laughed.
Six hundred smiles and I was trapped.
Your photographs got tired of me,
but I still love each one I see.

There was a day I couldn't swim.
I drowned a while, my hope was slim.
At football games as I recall
I drowned one day in early Fall.

My tears are hidden in the sea,
mistakes I made were constantly.
Not being more than how I seem,
The day I died it killed a dream.

I've loved you on the beach down here,
It's Hollywood, in Floridear.
From Canada come all the lame
To live part of my sunshine game.

As seagulls dipped, I saw a girl
her name I cannot breath nor slur,
an rv killed her in her head,
she looks out windows like she's dead.

Now I must cry for her again,
And then I'll cry for you, my friend.
if life has anything to lose,
I'll lose it twice, so what's the use?
© ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa

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  1. Date: 3/12/2013 9:36:00 AM
    "Your photographs got tired of me"......As only VeeBdosa could pinpoint........