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On the TV 
Talent getting paid a salary fee 
In control of distributing information 
Monitoring backstage scripted decisions
Dude was inland 
Miles from the ocean sand 
Reading a line not as a joke 
Instead a journalistic quote 
“Rough Seas” 
Translates to “Surfer Cheese” 
Through the darken sight 
Waves chop interpreted by some as 'all right!'  
Quiet on the beach
Only flying birds are in reach 
Peaceful sounds 
Crash down 
While salty air 
Seasons the shore with a crispy flair 
Energizing the setting saying ‘I care’ 
Then settling in for a challenging natural stare 
Standing there board at their side 
Looking into the water’s curly eyes 
It is a gamble one must take 
Enticed by the gigantic wake
It is now time the dice should be thrown 
Feeling warm after a gust is blown 
Wearing armor wet and tight 
Having more courage than a knight
Ready to swim head first into a fight 
As a ripple starts a climb 
A surfer who has time 
Chooses the exact moment to unwind 
Sliding to catch the pitch 
Knowing how and when to bail out with a ditch 
Balancing on the wooden device 
Wondering if God’s creation is going to be nice 
Picturesque picture soon is captured 
At any second it could be a disaster 
In the end 
Calm waters do descend 
And that is when 
The surfer finishes the glide 
With a kind gesture, ‘good bye’ 
Only to return back to the tide 
Needing another good ride 
Surf was up on this day 
Despite the skies being grey 
Sun worshippers stayed at home 
While surfer diplomacy made peace all alone 
Loosening an angry heavenly grip 
After listening to humans on a simple long dog ship 
Returning to a placid look
Making friends luring the anglers’ bait and hook

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