Broken Foam
Paddle hard in youth's whirling foam.
Wait for the perfect wave,
ride it onto the soft land.
It's in the blood to ride fast and smooth
in the sweet-salty sunrise of our youth.
Celebrate the day
Sip a glass of sweet champagne.
When the sun sets, who'll be by your side?
When the rogue cracks your board
When the champagne runs dry.
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