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Saute
Saute(jump)
Foreigner a tomorrow
packed suitcase for dream
smile digging sand runs free
Heart beside lover lie
hand in hand
rubbed and relaxed by wave
Sun nips at shade
Shade brushes sun
lovers games frisky fun
In each other disappear
Fear demands Memory
Shame looms impatient
Beach points elated
Moon buried him beyond
where Sea touches Sky
....... and my, my, my, my, my
How that ship did sail!
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Brian Martin
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