A Beach House
Open the door and rest for a while,
around here we stay in flip flops;
A beach house never goes out of style;
Our broken clock stays on island time,
you’ll smell coconut in the off season;
Salt is meant for drinks with a lime;
May hear the ocean in every corner
or instantly fall asleep on the sofa;
Did you just get closer to the equator?
Blue enigma, low key lies within;
Slice of heaven on a quiet street,
welcome mat reads ‘Come on in.’
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