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gather them up
sweet boy smell
as many as I an carry
hot from the car
into the bed
sunburned salty and happy
what do they dream
smiling
of the waves
crabs
or fireworks
bundled in sweatshirts by the bonfire
built by dad uncle grandpa
as stars explode over
nestled two by two with dad
big arms to hold them at the end of the day
strong chest to keep them safe
sleep
low voices, gentle touches
home
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