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Teenage Whistlers and Baby Strollers
The lifeguard is whistling again-
Pretending not to hear i dive in headlong
He approaches me from the shore's end
Stating words that rhyme like seagulls in my head
Walking further through the crowdy mass
i'm wondering how many people rushed in traffic
So they could finally relax in sand
For me life is beating hard with every breath
A newlywed is struggling to push her two babies
Up the sandy hill it looks like it will take all day
When i offer to push, she gushes
A flurry of romance spills from her eyes
Telling me about her absent husband
I'm wondering about rules of etiquette
I go back on my sandy towel
Listening to voices impress the air
A budlight helicopter not to far off
Closer inland, the traffic is madness
I serenade the passagers as i pass by
Bicycle through the city
Like a Japanese school boy
Its all fun and games
When you catch the right waves
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Justin Debrosse
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