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HEAVEN

The wind blows gently as palm fronds rustle

Waves come crashing to shore

The sun blazes quietly, pelicans are drifting

I realize I only want more

Of sunshine and suntans, sunglasses and oil

Bikinis on bodies that bounce

Tan little toes, and eyes undaunted

Making you notice the trounce

Frisbees and flipflops, the ocean and beach

Sunrises and sunsets beat all

All aspects of Summer should be taken for granted

Soon Summer will turn into Fall

By Todd A. Gettings

April, 1995