08.June.19


There is no desire to stymie your pursuit of beach-side fun; happiness is seeing you branch out to play under rayful sun.

Into hassles, there will be no engagement here; quibbling about even the slightest and quietist point: no, no, no, my dear.

That sound of neither water splash nor breezy blow? It is no crepitaculum for both snakes and dancers, at water, will no-show.

Perhaps a clam is clapping approval for your painted hands and feet, so find it, kiss it, and *poof*: bloke on branch’s empty seat. ; )

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