Sadly Sand

 

 

 

Belly girl give me a whirl along the boardwalk

and then let us talk

about the sun

 

Cajun lady make me crazy in the moonlight

and then let us walk

together as one

 

Maybe baby it will seem lazy in our eyes

and then we’ll just rock

in primeval fun

 

Salsa sister lay down a blistering track

and then on the dock

emphatic endorphins run

 

Sun – Fun – One – Run

 

No more rum just cold buns

that warm

 beneath my hands

and lighten up the fans

sweating in torrid silence

under a frigid arctic wind

 

We need more sand

 

 

Copyright r.b.franklin 22/03/08

 

 

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