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Coastal town

Cool winds circling round, deep emerald ocean pond,

in dancing waves you play salty summer songs

of weathered boats and rustic harbor homes.

Seagulls perched about the lawns, some on rooftops peering down

flower baskets overfilled, spilling mad their colors on the ground.

A vacant nest amid the vines so twisty, Springtime birds have all flown

leaving remnant feathers of shell and bone.

Seaweed floats, it clings, wrapped to posts and rings

ocean otters sleeping sound at bay

in a sky of blue, changing hues

soon drifts away the day.

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