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the american boardwalk

Ice cream and pizza
sure wanted to meet ya
at the american boardwalk
where the sand's beneath ya 
a breeze and the clouds 
the sun is still out 
the tide is just about to meet me
jump in and float with seaweed
and then, 
cheap beer and a hot dog 
later on, buy some fudge 
work on the tan, 
do a little dance 
while walking down the boardwalk
with only a tank top and some flip flops. 
walking down the boardwalk 
the most american one of all. 

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