Going
back
to the
beach
Of course
everything
has changed
The old
Boat
House
is no
more
Plastic
women
are at
every door
Yet
the waves
still
crash
on the
same old
sand
And
tomorrow
I will
clam
Where
my dad’s
ashes
nourish
the next
generation
of a
nation
that
swims
where
Walt
danced
near
some
sea
bird's
wake
for
old
time
sake
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