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Rated: E · Poetry · Biographical · #2197080
A summer day of playing hero by the sea.
I walked down the shore a ways
Past the giant turtle shell
Of a rotted out beached boat
Who lay there slowly dying
Jealously eyeing
Those still afloat

Wooden barrels stood near lobster traps
I filled them with gold and pirate rum
The truth remained inside untapped
Lest my imagination be undone

A driftwood stick my cutlass
I fought a thousand foes
Saved young pretty maidens
‘til tide’s turn began to show

An onshore breeze blew off the bay
A reprieve from the heat
I begged Father Time to let us be
As the sun fell towards the sea

What offer could I bribe him with?
What reason could I say?
To make my only friend remain
On a perfect seaside day
G. Gabriel
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