Exchanging mindless thoughts
beneath a moon lit sky.
Foamy water chasing man-o-wars
across the slanted shoreline.
Meanwhile nightcrabs are having
their evening feast.
Love exchanged through drunken smiles
and burping laughter.
and Budda.
He was there too....
written by: Michael Mercer (sometime in the early 90's - wrote it about me and my good friend Tim sitting on a beach in Jupiter, Florida, after a long night of partying).
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