Topsail Island

May 29, 2009
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Topsail Island

A place where memories will never fade.

The ocean smelled like a forgotten dream.

Smiles shone from the blue house in which we stayed.
We would always wait for the morning beam.

Then go out and play ‘til the sun would rest.

Come back in and laugh about our shown love.

Yawning we would proceed to our warm nests.

Waiting until the day would bring us back above.

Sunsets and waves danced within our lost heats.

Time was forever closed and out of reach.

Family was an endless form of rare art.

True consideration in no ways breeched.

On no account turned or afraid to share.

Until the end of time ready to care.

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