Los Angeles

There's no sign of sleet

Oh how a wonderful feat

That I take a seat

On the beach where I will meet

The waves crashing at my feet.

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  1. PoorPiggDecember 18, 2016 at 1:53 PM

    OK, fine, you are getting the feel of letting loose. I do believe you are one step closer to being a lyricist.

    15 couplets broken into 5-5-5 as in Acts I, II, and III.

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  2. Stefan ForgeMay 2, 2018 at 9:07 AM

    I really like it when people get together and share ideas. Great website, keep it up! netflix sign in

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