YOU ARE MY BEACH
By moonphish
Mon, 08 Apr 2013
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let me lap upon your waters
let me nap beside your shore
let me veer between your waves
let me hear your thunderous roar
let me swim into your depths
until the coast's beyond my reach
you are my beach
how we shine when it is summer
how we pine when it is cold
how we play when there is moonshine
how we pray when hands we hold
how i'm learning all about you
at the same time that i teach
you are my beach
you are glad when you first see me
you are sad when i must go
you are thrilled each time i kiss you
you are filled with joy, i know
you taste like the sweetest nectar
you're the fuzz upon my peach
you are my beach
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Aw, I wanna be the fuzz on
Aw, I wanna be the fuzz on somebody's peach, hang on though, is that a good thing? I suppose it beats being the mould on somebody's bread. The Talers all seem to be riding high on love this morning.Spring's in the air and the saps a risin`.
This isn't a critisism just an observation. Every so often the old argument about capitalisation gets resurfaced. The general consensus seems to be that there is no 'law' one way or the other and that it's down to author preference. Personally, I tend to do it, but I like that you don't. It looks neat and tidy and a little bit rebellious.
A sweet and tender poem , with the fuzzy peach line standing out as my favourite.
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Like Sooz, alvin, I love the
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Like Sooz, alvin, I love the 'fuzz on the peach'. A classic line, in a delightful poem;-)
Tina
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