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Pleasing Sea Air & The Cobbled Streets
breathe in the sea air and
tread through the golden sand
with just a book in your hand
sit on the rock and escape in beauty
romance and fantasize a future
in your tired mind
but do not include her
or you will be left behind
your heart will turn to stone
time will pass and winters will get colder
but dont think i wish i would have told her
or i wish i had done things different
because when you meet the next light and your older
it will crumble under fears and nerves
and the jukebox plays a beer soaked 4/4 with
a marching band beat
as i ponder the streets im yet to walk
if my feet will take me
see this is not a story and this is certainly not advice
this is just the price i paid
grow a flower and watch it flourish
and when it wilts
think of her face in the hallway
then turn and walk through
that beaten brown door taking one
last look at the tired boat on the painting
before looking at the grey steps in your
chokeing breathe
look over the hill
its so beautiful
smell the air
look over the hill
someones there
look over the hill
someones there
sitting in the green grass
i swear
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hi jason love the smell of the sea and walking barefoot in the sand,you can smell the sea miles before you get to the coast,good verse well written....stay cool
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Good piece Jason,
Nothing i like more then to sit in a crowd, at the beach, but only hear the sea.
i love blotting out unnecessary sounds around me.
Thank you"
Old Doll.
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haha that's the true beauty of it.
If you can find it in nothing then you have got it.
It's starting to snow over here 
J
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