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Scrambling Packaholics:


Post by AquarianM on May 29, 2004 at 5:44am

Scrambling Packaholics:

Whirling like windmills on the coast,
Both feet and minds,
We spun 'round the house,
Trying to remember everything,
As visions of palm trees,
Waving through our mental breezes,
Together with their allies,
Beach sand and blue water,
Did their worst alluring,
Trying to thrill spell us,
If we were to succumb,
We'd find ourselves making footprints,
Hopping naked and empty-handed,
Dancing the hot sand dance,
But we were powerful,
Instead of un-mentionables flapping before seagulls,
Our bags were flying into the car,
Levitating to the tune of one magic word -

Florida!

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 04/05/2004

Author's Comments:
To the sea! (Two If By Sea - poem 0001)