Clear Blue

June 9, 2011
In the clear blue sky
I see little puffs of white
Floating ever so high
Maybe higher than my kite

I love the breeze
And the wet sand
This smell acts like a tease
And now I hold a burger in my hand

This place is really nice
It’s my favorite hang out
Here we eat everything but mice
And here we have no need to scream and shout

This place is a haven
And it’s a miracle
No birds here such as a raven
So don’t go historical

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