A ‘blast from the past’,, on this weekend vacation.. Peace Tony
‘Compass Man’ had a plan trips slip rip and splash.. many minds.. kinds..
dreams in his feelings stash..
Social flotsam that no ‘gotsam’.. bitter exploit names.. to insure fortunes procured with liars in the game..
Talk around the neighborhood of tides attacking low.. stories told of ‘ankle grabs’ then surface water goes..
Out around a horseshoe halfway back to shore.. no help he cried he took a ride.. to float then swim some more..
There was Chip lived with the horses down around the track.. he learned when someone lies a truth does not come back..
Smart enough to sense it.. as immature years flow.. young life keep true purpose.. to someday ‘place’ or ‘show’..
Ho! metaphor is to explore.. find windows.. text and gates.. quick escape from social rape.. decrying love and fate..
Now a bit of wisdom.. good for riptide rides.. ten feet cross…
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