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Caroline Desmond Cape CodWhile passing fern after fern, My surroundings looking better, Not to forget my drenched socks are even wetter The ocean to my right The feeling of someone else tight The indigo colored waters Splashed as they slaughtered Smells of sand, salt, and sea Right ahead, a golden rusted key Orange outlining the sun bathing chairs, quite small, Onto the docks, they are careful not to fall The sky changes color and old memories become new Like they were a plane that just flew The times swimming and sweating in the roasting sun, Outweigh the challenging 7.5 Falmouth Marathon Run Taste buds flare, Like my dad's cut-up pears Juicy berry scented fruit is my middle name, Watermelons fill the fridge, it’s a given fame The memory fades in and out Like the colors the sun drags about This dream runs through The summer house I knew A drape of the curtains as the sun shines through Cape Cod is where this takes me back to. |
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