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Wherever We Go
Wherever we go, In this palm-swaddled, southern-Florida nursery-rhyme realm, The ocean is sure to go, sure to go, sure to go.
At all moments of the twilight, midday, and night, It knows where we are, Senses the presence of our essences,
Beckons us to wade into its fluid purlieus, Be truants from aging's school, Take sanctuary in its warm, silky-smooth playground,
Lose ourselves in wet, measureless pleasure, Without getting caught skipping classes, Missing lectures on the evils of idling for its own sake,
Indulge our desires to make sense of the waves, Reconcile their flowing arithmetic, By arriving at the ABC's of why the tides abide.
And so, each laughing, smiling afternoon, We head off to that refuge of pristine insouciance, To delight in our all-rules-barred joie de vivre,
While the warm, fleece-soft water buoys our hugging bodies, Even as it follows us, like a pet lamb, Knowing that we love it so, love it so, love it so,
Just because it always loves us so unconditionally, Wants nothing but for us to gentle each other — The three of us friends to the end, wherever we go.
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