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On my two year anniversary 
a new verse too read
canny words set free
doctor said you need

Apples nutritious 
And grapes with pips in
Cables that trip us
And drapes for peeping

At sights kept hidden
Affairs and lovers
Secret keeping
Shared with others 

Handsome ransom  
at mind not money
I’m often random
and it’s not funny

Crabs go sideways 
until the sea sweeps them
eyes open up wide
at bikinis let peeking  

as the waves go by us
and I do a wee
sunburnt red faces
smiling at me

soaking up the sunshine
a day at the beach
sunburnt tan lines
an apple or peach 

bottom as my trunks fill
bobbing along
smooth like a wheel
singing a song

summer days 
sand in your crease
lovely brown glaze
attacked by geese

some sit on a nudist
seemingly happy
fun this rude is
until towel slaps me

a towel you then lay
warm sand feels marvelous 
face down drift away
part of us hardenous

it's okay on the sand
where no one can see
it's gone and you stand
an outline there be

They say be your own 
I say who are they 
Facts can’t be known
I say hip hooray 

Hip hip hooray I mean 
keep it original 
Sit to see if seen
cliche when critical 

I think this has run its course
A furlong too long 
from a drunk drinking horse
So long so long and on

I pee when I say goodbye
see that magic
auf wiedersehen goodbye
puns tragic

Taliban crossing the Mediterranean
breeding with Italians and Albanians
Italibans and Talbanians
talented puns

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