Meet me in Maine
by the shore
I’ll watch the birds
learn some words
hoot and holler
leave some dollars
vacationing with family.
And forget about
writing poems
the rhymes will keep
till I get home
and dig my toes
into the sand
hanging loose
getting tanned
It’s time to go
eat lobster rolls
and for a stroll
then play some cards
and have some laughs
for time sure flies
and that’s a fact.
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