Flavoured Sand 
 
 
 
Swept back hair 
	held with a lace ribbon 
		Summer breeze 
Long white dress 
	vanilla ice cream skin 
		Sounds of the sea 
Pedicured toes 
	grip the moist sand 
		Saltwater taffy taste 
Soft hand in mine 
	rose wrapped in sandpaper 
		The palate of the sky falls 
			We walk slowly through time 
 
 
 
 
1:15pm 
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R. David Paine III