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Holiday In Port

There is sun in the air 
As the salt shakes on bodies that are bare 
It is the time to worship the golden light 
Laying down saying nightie night 
With its aqua blue hand 
Crawling on the sand
Ocean waves are heard 
By a frolicking bird 
Enjoying this tranquil tease 
That has an added breeze 
Off in the horizon 
Cruise ships are docked disguising 
A fleet 
Filled with relaxing as a treat 
Protecting the port 
While the crew wears Izod alligators on their shorts 
Watching passengers disembarked 
Encouraging them to visit the historical beachfront park 
This is the place to chill 
Popping the surfside pill 
Coming to grips 
During a vacation trip 
That for many, not a few 
Is long over due
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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