mid-winter blues,
left for Oahu
and its ocean hues.
Once there, I found
some sandy shore,
bared my chest and
every day swam 'til four.
The week flew by,
and Ohio called me back,
so I went to the ocean
a time once more.
I walked into the sea
and swam around
I stumbled back to the beach
and laid my head down.
I found it near impossible
to return back, after
a week such as this,
a week of pure bliss.
Ohio is home, yet
my heart is now here,
buried in the sand,
ever glowing and warm.
I walked into the sea,
so salty and sweet,
swam far from shore,
until home at last.
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