The Studio At the Beach I
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The Red Dress Regalia
Waning spirits sigh, the roaring ocean calls
Her playground, the coolest place ever
Dressed in flamboyant ruffled regalia
Fiery guitar scales in the background strum
Drumbeats from her hammering heals
Scuff marks adorn the wooden boards
that her father laid down for her floor
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